What’s in a name

What’s in a face

To finally let go and embrace something new, to finally laugh and be happy for just you. You’re weirded out when someone cares, smiling until someone stares, looking you right in the eye and the bubbly feeling you’ve always had subesides, leaving something warm and calm but just as happy. Content is the right word, contnet like soup by a fiery hearth, with a blanket over your lap, as big fat snowflakes fall lazily in the frosty midnight air. Then you fall asleep, or try to, nestled in his arms. It’s a strange excitement that you try to keep down as you quietly listen to their breathing slow and their body relax. Then just as the warmth of your cheek against his arm drifts you to sleep, the twitching begins. You almost laugh as the first big twitch surprises you. You giggle silently in the dark as the muscle flexest taut and relaxes so suddenly you’re not quite sure it even happened. Exhaling slowly, you try to decipher what the myriad of movement means, as if it were Morse code. What could he be dreaming about? Your bemusement gently sifts into sleep as you let it finally take you on angel’s wings.

“The smile cute across his face the way that sunrise sets the clouds on fire.” - Stephanie Meyer

I wrote this when I was dating The Kid (Garrett). I think I may edit it a tad and put it up on Fictionpress. It’s been a while :)

~vickie