Becoming the Stars

Description

It was as if we were flying, but we were on the bed. Our backs on the comforter and our arms spread as wide as the wings of a seagull on a hot summer day. He and I were in one room, under one ceiling fan, and we both took in the same air. He had these eyes that showed the stars and what was within the stars, and that was me. He held me close to him until my eye lids had fallen and he would kiss my hair. "Sweet" He would say, because my hair had the smell of peaches and a newborn breeze. In the morning we laid until one of us wanted pancakes, every, every morning. It was fine and sleek. It was us and just us.

Foreword

^_^ Hello! Ofcourse I keep making stories but I never finish them and I keep making promises to finish them but..I break them. Don't kill me! Buuuut, I'm swear on my favorite soda that I'll finish this one.

so to make up for these lowsy promises here!