I am blinking myself awake, she whispers somewhere near my stomach that she needs to dry her hair.I touch her chin and smile my okays.She smiles back,my freshly showered Bree, and rolls away from our purple blanketed snuggle, free to be noisy, now that I'm cresting consciousness like a one-winged albatross.
I watch the hot air coursing through her dark hair, making ocean-like ripples in the curls she's just straightened, her eyes closed. I lay there, becoming blue eyes personified, all jaw-line and biceps striving to perfectly fill out my t-shirt sleeves...every bit of me throbbing and attempting to morph into something handsome, someone deserving of the privelege of her company, of being the one lucky enough privvy to her mornings and their rituals.Does she realize I'd go anywhere, be anywhere that appealed to her, be the wheels on her gypsy wagon to forever wake to this..to her,half-dressed..half ready for the world, her secret half before my eyes all cotton,and undone pearly buttons, pale skin, inner-star-lit-Mcartney-dream eyes under frayed Betty-b.angs.
We chat about nothing for a few minutes in sing-song BareNakedLady rhymy banter,cuteness which leads to kisses...and giggles which leads the dog up onto the bed to break up any impending people-fun. She is our four-legged alarm clock, ever vigilant ,well-fanged life escort, and she loves Bree as much as I do, which is a da.mn lot.I have the bit wrists to show for it.This dog is my friend and my comrade in arms.Bree's arms, she allows us both a hug before she rolls across the bed to strike up the soundtrack from "Rent" on the laptop.I really need strong coffee before the daily dose of La Vie Boheme but that's not today, I slept too long for that sanctuary.As she's standing at the desk, all white work shirt and naked thighs, I tremble inside running my toes along the back of her knee, love like a marizpan castle begins to ache, her brow furrows, she keeps at what she's doing on the keyboard, before swiping at my toes with deft fingers.."quit it" she coos, "time for work."
Off into the bathroom she goes to finish dressing, leaving me imagining our bed is a raft floating lazily on a sea of lava or molten bubble gum ,or quiche...some substance that would be unkind to fall into...people start that kind of reverie as children and it never stops evidently.I am threatening the dog, holding her flat below me with her head over the side of the bed as she bites furiously at my hands and wrists making that "eerereerrrrahhh" sound .."off you go into the frothy gum sea!!AHHH, walk the plank oh fuzzy oneeeee.." Bree is there, gorgeous and gazing down at us with false concern.Her eyes do that thing that pins me down like the most helpless butterfly ever.
"Should I wear a coat?" She asks.
"Is it cold out?" I ask back.
"It's 28 degrees."
"Coat."
The woman is from the south and doesnt know what cold is beyond this wonderful thing that the north does sometime after the Autmun has come and gone.She acquiesces and grabs her big winter coat and wiggles into it, hateful of the opression it affords.She feels the same way about shoes most of the time and I adore it.
"Kisses."She says, as it's time for her to leave.I get that pang in my chest and stand up.I take her face in both hands and pull geently til I can taste the dark clay coloured lipstick and I nibble like a kid with their last few sacred bites of cotton candy.I never suffered separation anxiety as a child, but I am the epitome of it as she climbs into her car, cold morning sun making a halo-crown on her dark hair and wicked silver stars along her silver crescent pirate earrings.Non-plussed, she shakes her head at me, silently calling me lunatic as I and the dog stare from the bedroom window.I say my "Please return safe" prayer as the cars on the road far below open up and she melts into the stream of off-to-workers.
The telemarketers begin to ring the phone off the wall.
La Vie Boheme is screeching something about dil.dos and Maya Angelou.
The coffee still is not percolating.
My nose feels like its gonna bleed a little and why not I have so many ailments I think I can afford it.
The dog and I walk side by side to the kitchen for insulin,biscuits, grub and joe.
We begin our tale of words,ignoring the world and the tick tock of the slowest clock ever until Bree is home.The transistor radio on the kitchen table gives us the perfect ode to the gorgeousness of morning's just like this.

Chasing Cars

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need
Anything
Or anyone oh baby

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
But they're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I <3 you guys Hope you all have a Wonderful Thanksgiving...Much Love

Wow, do you know how big I smile when I see your name ona post of mine?I just realized it,lol. We <3333 yoiu Syd, happy happy thanksgiving!! I've got so much to be thankful for, i could just bust. And that includes this forum!!!\o/

Awwwwwwwww Your so cute!!!! Well you make my heart smile often

I too am one grateful fool...I couldnt be happier..And yes, I love my forum family...It rocks!!!!

so so beautiful...
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<3 =D

Awwwwww
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WOW...I LOVE IT!! It's both real and unreal in its simplistic yet enviable romance! I can only hope and pray to the above for such a moment.

It's real every mornin',lol.Thanks for readin'.\o/

Ches , Sammy thank you too,xoxox

Always has a magnificent way with words. \o/ hope you had a great thanksgiving.

Hey there Thank yas and I might say the same back on both occasions!! Tell your family hey and I hope the turkey was good to them!!\o/

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Originally posted by pen dragon:
Hey there Thank yas and I might say the same back on both occasions!! Tell your family hey and I hope the turkey was good to them!!\o/

Will do & yours too! i miss talking to you!

same