Waiting for you
Lucille I wake up to a ringing phone. I don't remember the last time I've slept that comfortably and well and whoever is calling right now is really going to get punched by me so hard that they won't be able to call anybody ever again. It's his phone. Next time I'll tell him turn it off because I don't want anything to ruin this or any other moment ever again. Only now I realize that he's laying with his head on my chest and his hand under my sweater, squeezed on my boob. He threw one leg over mine. His hair is messy and he reminds me of a kid from this angle. I have to smile. I'm afraid that I'll wake him up if I laugh but he has to wake up anyway. I slowly run my hand through his hair and play with it. “Toni…” god damn. I need to stop that and remember that he still doesn't know
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