we slowly molded into one as the night hours turned to morning.
tossing and turning, folding into each other under a blanket that was to small. we couldn’t take our lips nor our eyes off each other.
giggles filled the ice cold empty room, as well as our morning snuggles.
the sun slowly began to creep through the screenless window. my favorite part of the new day, when everything is so still you could almost hear our hearts beating.
i could smell the cigarettes you probably smoked before we met on your tightly curled, jelled back hair.
your arms wrapped around my half naked body. i never wanted those few short hours to end.
the sun finsished rising and i gathered my things and left.
will i ever see you again?
“Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.”— Robert Brault
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