Playful Morning

06^th Jun, 2013

I don’t want to wake up. It’s too good in the world of dreams. I dreamt that we were on a sandy beach, tanning, relishing in the sun, in that warmth. I dreamt that we were swimming in the azure water, that your kind hands spread the sunscreen all over my back…

Now I hear the beauty of the morning and silence of the first rays of sunshine. They caress me, tempting me to wake up. I protest, rebellious! I refuse to change even one thing in my current setup. I’m trying to grasp the last strands of the dream, but they squirm and writhe with astonishing ability. They escape...

I cover my head with the sheet in order to shoo away the sun. It’s no use, even the sheets whisper that it’s high time I freed the dream and got up. My eyes are glazed, sleepy, or I’m just pretending they are. I don’t know anymore. I wake up slowly, aware of each and every part of my body, of my right hand which is under the pillow underneath my head, the left one comfortably still on my stomach, my back craving the stretching, my legs that lounge tangled with the covers. All right… I give up, the day has won. I’m awake.

Playfully, I turn on my side while feeling the warmth of your eyes.