My eyes flutter open because of the sunlight, shining through the small glint. The rest of the room is dark. except the one golden streak on the carpet, comi g from the sun. I look down on my chest and see her.
She looks beautiful when she's asleep, hell she always looks beautiful. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows are relaxed and her plump, pink lips are slightly apart, showing a little of her pearly white teeth. She's wearing my black t-shirt and f**k. I would lie if I said that the sight doesn't do things to me.
One of her hands lay on my chestunder her head while the other is wrapped around the middle of my stomach.
Her straight, brown hair falls down her back and shoulders, some strands falling beside her perfectly sculpted face, on my chest.
The argue to twirl the small brown strand,
