johnnyfive

the bite of the cold wind makes us hold each other tight. our noses touch, like two icecubes kissing, and our lips melt as we kiss under the halo of the waning moon. the clean smell of her hair mingles with the crisp, smoke-laden winter air as i nestle my nose into the warmth of her neck. we hold hands, swinging our clasp with the joy of newlyweds, and walk to the comfort and warmth of home.
the food is almost done and the movie is starting. we crawl into bed and eat lazily while laying on each other, spooning bites into each other's mouths with giggles. toby begs for a bite and she coos him and scruffs up the back of his neck. i coo her cooing the dog and kiss the back of her neck. her eyes catch mine as she takes the plates of food and sets them on the nightstand she leans over and kisses me, strong and meaningful. it makes every hair on my mortal shell stand on its end and quiver.
she wakes up to me looking at her with sleep -filled eyes. i smile and kiss her and tell her i love her morning-puppy breath. we giggle and snuggle like playful kittens. toby has eaten our leftovers through the middle of the night and wakes up to give us lickity kisses with his morning-puppy-breath.


this didn't happen, but i wish it did.