Big Fish #123

It was one of those days where you never fully greet the day. The sun peeks through puffy clouds and casting a hazy glow through the windows adding to the dreamlike quality. But the sun, as eager for its rest as us, had already dipped below the horizon leaving us to the night that we never fully left in the first place. Still wrapped in comfortable cottons that was the normal wear for these lazy days, they were easy to move in, breathable, and allowed for the haphazard touch to the skin without much resistance. It was like this that we sat, arms and legs tangled under a light blanket as the candle light flickered casting a nostalgic glow to the room. Warmed by his heartbeat and breath on my skin as we talked in whispers about the future, the night settled in claiming us both. 

(c) sierra sugar 2010

*This post falls under the random writing category of "Big Fish". Don't catch the reference?  Watch the movie. :)