Paradise in Your Eyes

Sunlight peeks in through the white cotton curtains, into her bedroom.

I slowly close her bathroom door, trying so hard not to wake her.

Success. Phew. I cautiously return to the empty side of the bed. Laying on her belly, her face towards me, she’s all tucked up in her thick, pastel pink comforter.

I slide back under the covers. She’s such a light sleeper. Although she’s used to it, I always feel guilty when I accidentally wake her. After last night, she deserves a morning to sleep in.

Seems like I’ve spoken too soon. She slowing stretches her hand out, feeling the sheet space between us, unconsciously searching for me.

Closing the gap, I bring myself next to her. Tucked to her side, I guide her hand to rest on my bare chest. She smiles then falls back into a dream.

My mind is busy with thoughts of her, of us. I remind myself that this isn’t a dream. I’m worthy of her.

She’s my best friend. My first real love. We’ve had our ups and downs, but we’ve made each other stronger. She makes me a better person everyday. I strive to be the best man I can be for her.

She shifts a bit, as if she she knows I’m thinking about her. Teasingly, she traces a swirl on my chest. There’s a faint smirk on her face. I’m inches away from her soft lips, and all I want to do is kiss them.

A strand of her thick curly hair falls across her face. I reach over and tuck the creamy, auburn lock behind her ear. Stroking her hair is like the honor of touching a lion’s golden mane.

The greatest feeling in the world. I’ve been looking at her this whole time. She knows I am. I swear, it’s like she has a sixth sense. I catch her eye, as she attempts to peek a look at me. I smile.

Hand and arm, never leaving my chest, she turns on her side, facing me.

Her eyes open.

“Morning”

Breath caught, “Morning”.

Long thick lashes canopy her dark chocolate eyes. The eyes of the woman I fall in love with over and over again.

I’ve seen all her eye’s shades. I hope to spend the rest of my life waking up and looking at the paradise in her eyes, our paradise.

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This story  was inspired by a song that popped onto my Pandora, titled, American Money by BORNS.

What did you think? I went for a different point of view. Feel free to comment!

-Thxoxoxo

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