Why i Breath

again i just let my mind go...

 

I lay with my hair rippling down my back, spilling over my side as he lightly trails his fingers up and down my exposed back. The blankets are bunched just above my bum at the edge of my shorts. I turn my head to the other side and rest it on the pillow before smiling at him.

“Morning,” he smiles, resting his palm on my back and leaning down to kiss my cheek.

“Good morning,” I say quietly, slightly shy for the fact that all I have on are my shorts at the moment.

“I hope you slept well.”

“Moderately so,” I smile, I curl myself in next to him, he is my everything, the reason I live, and the reason I breath. He is not the air within my lungs, but the rather the diaphragm that keeps the air entering and exiting my lungs. Without him, I would suffocate from the inability to breath.

Author's Note

anything to say?? i want to hear it all, favorite parts, least favorite... everything is welcome =)

Reviews

[SJ.]

loved it. so relaxing and easy flowing

[The Mad Prophet]

the reason I live, and the reason I breath. He is not the air within my lungs, but the rather the diaphragm that keeps the air entering and exiting my lungs. Without him, I would suffocate from the inability to breath.

That was a good part. This was very well done. This would be an awesome short story if you expanded on it, but it does not need it. Very well written, very well done.

Sorry, I been off the sight for awhile. I am mildly caught up in some personal affair, and good ones for a change :)