Peppered Kisses
I softly dragged my finger against the plush pillow and intertwined my hands with his. Confusion is all I feel, and warmth. Warmth from the light breathing on my ear, different than the heavy breaths a few hours ago. Confusion between what’s real and what’s not, that hazy, blinding feeling from the lack of light in the room. Feeling the air twirl and dance like the tree branches hitting the window pane outside. And lastly the soft whispers and giggles of innocence, the innocence of not knowing the ending of the lullaby. The innocence of not knowing what will happen tomorrow. Confused and warm, it doesn’t matter. Instead we decorate each other’s skin with peppered kisses until we both fall into a restless slumber.
Maria Millette
10
