Slice Of Life

She wished to wake up in a late morning, lazily stretch, and listen to the sounds, coming from the outside: a dog barking; steps rushing away; a lawnmower running over the grass. To take her time before opening her eyes to the light making its way through the half closed shutters.

She wished to feel her lover’s presence next to her, the warmth of his body, the sound of his breath; to move a little bit, just enough for him to respond, to wrap his arm around her, and to draw her even closer to him.

She wished to stay like that for a while, indulging the familiar surroundings, the silence of the room, the dim light of the late morning.

“Are you up already?”

His voice made her lips move in a quiet smile.

“Yes.” She barely squeezed his hand in a silent reply.

She wished for them not to be asleep and not to be awaken either.

She dreamed of fading away into this presence of them, not knowing where her body ends and his begins, to let her conscious to get lost in between the two.

She wished his fingers to run a path along her body, along every single curve, every single spot, he knew so well by now; still, as she felt his chest against her back, she shivered. She shivered and melted away; so softly, so tenderly.
As time passed, still and soft, she would bury her head on his chest, breath in his bitter sweet manly scent, and feel his heart beating against her cheek.

She wished for them to get up and slowly go down to the kitchen, have a cup of coffee, and read a newspaper; to sit across the glass table and look at him as if there were none of those years; none of those endless, dark and raining nights she spent waiting for him to come home not knowing if he ever would, and none of those sizzling hot days, so unbearably light, they spent next to each over on the golden sand.

She wished to look at him as if there was no past all together, as if there was nobody but them in the whole world and as if there was no them to anybody else.

She wished…