They both lied beneath a sea of blankets as the dawn came to greet them. Warm rays of sunlight seeped through the curtains and into the dim room, exposing the evidences of the past night— clothes strewn across the carpeted floor, curtains drawn, and a lampshade left on.1
She pulled the sheets closer to her naked body. It was getting cold. Trying to make as little movement as possible, she snuggled in closer to feel her lover’s natural warmth as not to wake him but to no avail. He awoke with a start and breathed in deeply before opening his jade-colored eyes to look at the woman next to him.2
She smiled at him feebly and traced the contours of his lips with her candlestick fingers. “Good morning.”3
He kissed her fingertips as a grin played on his features. “Good morning, beautiful.” His eyes drifted onto the corners of the bedroom. It was still the same old mustard walls and earth-toned furniture. Their memories together have been so numerous to the point that they were nothing but misty images tucked away in this secret place.4
She continued to admire the god resting on her side. Flawless and beautiful. His messy sand-colored hair only emphasized his beauty if not perfected it. His broad shoulders and lean body were a golden tan, his skin a smooth and supple feel. How could she not be mesmerized by a dream turned into reality?5
Oh, how she loved him. She’d snip his wings off if he were an angel sent from Heaven. He could be somewhere else in someone else’s arms. But he was right there, looking into her eyes as if she herself were the goddess of his dreams.6
He lifted his head a bit to glance at the digital clock on the bedside table.7
9:15.8
“Just on time,” he mused as he sat up and pulled the sheets off his body. It slid off him like silk on water. He languidly bent on the floor, picked up his clothes and headed for the bathroom. After splashing some cold water on his face and combing his hair in the right places, he came out as if he was just fresh from the shower.9
“Going already?” She asked. There was no need to ask. She knew where he was going.10
“Yeah, I have to. I’ll be late for my flight,” He replied as snatched his phone and palm pilot off the bedside table. He leaned over to her side of the bed and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you soon.”11
She smiled and replied, “Yeah, see you soon.”12
He was just about to leave the door when she stopped him.13
“ Wait.”14
He turned and looked at her in curiosity.15
“Yes?”16
“You forgot it again.”17
“Oh, thank you.” A smile formed on his lips as he made his way to the bedside table again.18
He slipped the platinum ring on the right finger and made his way out the door. A laugh escaped his lips as he turned to face her for one last time.19
“She’d be furious again, wouldn’t she?”20
The door shut closed and the room once filled with laughter was now replaced with a cold silence.
She pulled the sheets closer to her naked body. It was getting cold. Trying to make as little movement as possible, she snuggled in closer to feel her lover’s natural warmth as not to wake him but to no avail. He awoke with a start and breathed in deeply before opening his jade-colored eyes to look at the woman next to him.2
She smiled at him feebly and traced the contours of his lips with her candlestick fingers. “Good morning.”3
He kissed her fingertips as a grin played on his features. “Good morning, beautiful.” His eyes drifted onto the corners of the bedroom. It was still the same old mustard walls and earth-toned furniture. Their memories together have been so numerous to the point that they were nothing but misty images tucked away in this secret place.4
She continued to admire the god resting on her side. Flawless and beautiful. His messy sand-colored hair only emphasized his beauty if not perfected it. His broad shoulders and lean body were a golden tan, his skin a smooth and supple feel. How could she not be mesmerized by a dream turned into reality?5
Oh, how she loved him. She’d snip his wings off if he were an angel sent from Heaven. He could be somewhere else in someone else’s arms. But he was right there, looking into her eyes as if she herself were the goddess of his dreams.6
He lifted his head a bit to glance at the digital clock on the bedside table.7
9:15.8
“Just on time,” he mused as he sat up and pulled the sheets off his body. It slid off him like silk on water. He languidly bent on the floor, picked up his clothes and headed for the bathroom. After splashing some cold water on his face and combing his hair in the right places, he came out as if he was just fresh from the shower.9
“Going already?” She asked. There was no need to ask. She knew where he was going.10
“Yeah, I have to. I’ll be late for my flight,” He replied as snatched his phone and palm pilot off the bedside table. He leaned over to her side of the bed and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you soon.”11
She smiled and replied, “Yeah, see you soon.”12
He was just about to leave the door when she stopped him.13
“ Wait.”14
He turned and looked at her in curiosity.15
“Yes?”16
“You forgot it again.”17
“Oh, thank you.” A smile formed on his lips as he made his way to the bedside table again.18
He slipped the platinum ring on the right finger and made his way out the door. A laugh escaped his lips as he turned to face her for one last time.19
“She’d be furious again, wouldn’t she?”20
The door shut closed and the room once filled with laughter was now replaced with a cold silence.
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