Good Morning, Good Night

I wrote this piece in one sitting. It took me about 10 minutes. It is about the most amazing night of my life. That night I got to share a bed (not sexually) with A-S. We stayed up for a long time and shared a series of beautiful moments that are permanently burned in my mind. Her eyes are always there. This story was then spun off into part of Sprung and Insert Romance Here. I love this story.

Good Morning, Good Night

The night grew cold outside, but the bodies grew warm. Only whispers could be heard as the copious amounts of intoxication ran ramped through their bodies. One, clearly attached, struggled internally, but showed no signs of boundaries, while the other chatted quietly, “May I?” The answer, always the same, kept the feelings moving. He could only want more. He didn’t dare say more. More was thought, more was expressed. Tired eyes closed and tired bodies limped.

The one thought left in his mind was the thought that would hold on for life, the look of her beautiful eyes glimmering in the pale candle light. These eyes, unlike any other, glistened and danced the entire night. Seemingly, they sparkled only for him. In the back of his pensive mind, he knew that they would indeed sparkle for others, but this, this flicker of beauty, was his. No other flash of light could compare. Not a super nova, not a star. Not the sun, not the moon. Bodies were pressed tight, although still warm from clothes. It could not get any warmer, and yet, the two grasped tighter. He could not believe this was happening to him. The girl only dreamed, share the same air.

Her heart beat only for him, and his for her. They beat in syncopation. Thump, Thu-thump. The pounding of the one collective heart beat drove him to his own world. This world was no more once all was raised and the sun poked its head above the plain.
Good morning, good night.