ariannabemis
Old film vision, running on the beach, loose clothing swaying in the wind, opening a sunkist, sandy toes, moon reflecting off the water, surrounded by friends. Good and bad choices. Make the most of it.
Rolling over to see his hazel eyes shine in from the cream white curtains layering his windows, I'd crack a smile. Just to see his dimples arise from his hairy cheeks. I brush the side of his face, and say "goodmorning, my love".