“He drinks from the pitcher on the nightstand, checks the digital clock, it is five AM. He tosses in sheets and tries to settle. I wait for him to sleep before tucking myself into elbows and knees, reaching for things I have long since given away.”
― Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage
Urdu [Dreamy or sweetly unconscious].
I wake up as I hear your light footfall around the room. Maybe you woke up before the sun had risen; your sleeplessness takes a toll on my sleep. But today, you're trying hard not to wake me up. I see you digging your clothes up in the wardrobe stark naked. Your butt cheeks glimmer in pride as the morning sun hits it between the curtains. I giggle, a soft unalarming one, almost breathless. But you catch the inaudible purr and you turn your beautifully sculpted jaw towards me. “Good morning, sunshine”. I smile.
We're still looking beyond each other, like two star-crossed lovers that meet one moony night, across a stranger's moor that stretches over the oceans. The sheets are almost off me, revealing parts of me I'd else sew on a patch of heart. You walk towards me, wrapping me up in the sheets like a gummy bag and pull me up. I am laughing now, the slight unconsciousness of sleeplessness hasn't left me. And as I laugh and between my laughter and your hazel eyes, somewhere my laughter gets stifled between us as you kiss me into a state of oblivion I'd rather never leave.
Oh, good morning sunshine.
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