Yet another step in the direction towards spending the rest of my life with this unstoppable force that blew into my life and I hope to God doesn't leave any time soon.
I have this collection of still frames reeling behind my eyelids when I lie in bed, and they bleed into each other as I drift off to sleep. I see her eyes, first thing in the morning when I roll over and she's sleeping heavily; I kiss her forehead and they open slowly, a smile creeping across her face. I know she has no idea that they're are lighter than the sunlight streaming through the slits in the curtains.
I have a tendency towards recurring dreams. Last night I dreamt of the future, or perhaps just what I wish it will be...
I awake in the mornings with a curious sense of hope, as if even if the day itself ends up being less than satisfactory, it's just one more on the way to something so much more.
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