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She curls up closer into his chest, the warm heat from his skin creating a gentle blush across her cheeks. His arms wrap tighter around her; her heart lets out a soft sigh of content. This is her nest; a protective haven that is hers and hers alone. She kisses his neck and falls into a sweet slumber.
She breathes in the cold air, her skin shivering in delight. He chuckles in her ear, making her blood simmer with joy. "I love you," he whispers quietly in her ear. She turns to him and looks into his eyes--and sees the truth in them from his words: he needs her. She's his necessity...as he is hers.
There they go; another dozen escaped from her grasp like sand through her fingers. She sighs, feeling hopeless. When will she ever capture one butterfly? Suddenly, a box is dropped in front of her, startling her from cleaning her lenses. Curious, she lifts the lid of the box. Her mouth falls open as a beautiful butterfly flutters out. She looks over into the shadows of the forest around her; who left this wonderful present?
She sits down on the oak floor, avoiding her boyfriend, who's made a place for her on the loveseat. "Babe.." he tries, but she shushes him. She's never one to hold grudges for too long; she pulls a small present out from her robe and hands it to him. Surprised, he opens the lid. "Oh." he holds up a pair of socks, lit by the light of the dim light of the fireplace, that at the same time illuminates her joking grin that's so large on her face, it causes him to grin, too.
The sun easily rose into the sky, like a lotus flower blooming after a long rest. She cupped the warm and piping coffee mug closer to her chest, smiling as the bitter smell of her morning brew mixed with the morning smell of a new day. She watches as the colors--pink, orange, and gold--mingle together in the sky. Yes; it will be a marvelous new day as dusk becomes day.
I've written once about this before. The morning sun lighting up the vast canvas before me, just itching to be drawn on. It illuminates with a light glow; what shall I draw today? Suddenly, and unfortunately, I slip on an ice cube, and my coffee goes sailing through the air toward the canvas. I sigh; as always, another ruined canvas. A simple blemish of black staining the blank canvas I was going to draw on...just like my life.
She stares in horror in the small compact mirror. There, on the center of her pinkish forehead, sprinkled with freckles, is it--a huge, disgusting, horrifying pimple. What will her date think? She hadn't even asked him yet! Today was the big day! She groans and clamps the mirror shut, sliding down the wall with defeat. Maybe next year she'll ask him. And have have ProActiv.