Lazy Weekend.
January 16th, 2010
The rain beat down heavily against our window panes. The grey light illuminated your face as my sleep kissed eyes focussed on your deeply breathing body. You were cosy under our duvet and I brought my feet to meet the warmth of your own. Your sleepy self pulled me tight into a hug and I fell back to sleep.
We had a lazy breakfast together and a lazy lunch too. We didn’t eat much, we were supposed to be detoxing but have instead just cut our portions down. Minority Report played as I curled under the blue blanket and you typed, your keys being music to my ears. I love these lazy days with you. The days when we don’t actually do anything, but it feels like you’ve done everything without words.
