Reblogged from str8nochaser  6 notes

str8nochaser:

arose this to the loveliest sunbeam gently warming my legs. sweetly, as if trying to wake me gently. i thought it was your hand. humid, yet cool, a breeze stirred the curls strewn across my forehead; felt just like your kiss. 

and when i opened my eyes to undisturbed sheets, missing slopes of sun kissed skin and barely a hint of lavender, my heart dropped the tiniest bit, and the sleepy smile that had begun at the corners of my mouth retreated.