Laying in bed, my mind is briefly purged of yesterday's worries. I press my face into the white linen, snuggling in an almost cat like manner before two strong arms encircle my waist; a firm body gently lays behind me. His lips upcurl into a smile as they press against my neck; a greeting kiss.
My own lips echo his movement. I turn in his arms to face him; we're exceptionally close to eachother. I'm overwhelmed by a hundred emotions at once; existing in this moment was something I'd only dreamt of.
"Hey," I whisper with a smile, which quickly becomes wicked as my hands lift to playfully muss his disarray of hair. My laughter turns into a scream as his fingers tickle my ribs, his dark brown eyes alight. I quickly turn us over, his eyes now visibly panicked; knowing that he awaits the doom of an onslaught of tickling.
Seeing his expression however; his lazy smile, long wisps of dark brown hair framing his eyes, his plump raspberry lips pouted in protest - I simply couldn't do anything but press my lips to his.
In this moment, it was simply him and I, in our little bubble. We were emancipated from reality's troubles; finally free from the weight of everyday life.
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