So at the start I said this blog was about writing but since then I have blogged about other people’s witting and music and just about everything else. So here it goes. All feedback is very welcome.
We’d had an amazing last night, the memories came flooding back to me as my eyes flickered open. The sunlight is starting to creep in around the curtain. I just sighed with contentment. It seemed the perfect way to sum up my emotions. The sunlight is casting just enough light to give me a good view of the man laying next to me. I look across at my handsome fella. He’s still out for count. Heavily breathing lying face down on the pillow. I love just let watching his body rise and fall with his breathing. It’s a gentle rhythm. His blonde quiff from last night has gone all floppy. Without his shirt on his muscles look so defined. I could lie here and watch him all day. I wish I could freeze this perfect moment.
However now I’m awake I have a pressing need to use the loo. Nothing like a full bladder to kill the mood. Now this is where I’m stuck. I mean literally stuck. Handsome has stretched his arm right across me and his hand is resting on the edge of the mattress. I don’t want to wake him up but I also don’t want a puddle in my bed.
Think logically. Ignore the throbbing bladder and focus on the task at hand. I think shimmying under the arm is the best plan. I can then just slip out and slip back in. So the shimmying begins. I mean my legs were below his arm anyways. Everything else seems to slide under relatively seemlessly. Until we reach my head. No amount of squishing or bending is going to make that any smaller. I tired to carry on but my nose hit his forearm. My chin kept going my nose was stuck. My mouth was beginning to be forced open to bridge the gap. This isn’t going to work I thought.
As I’m retreating my head back to the pillow, my nose has caught a waft of aftershave from last night from his arm. I’ve got to stifle a sneeze that’s coming. I quickly cross my legs to prevent anything escaping and bury my head in the pillow and let out a muffled achoo. I look over at Handsome who is still gently breathing in and out, undisturbed. I let out a small sigh of relief. Before long my pressing need to use the loo as occupying my thoughts. The situation is getting dire.
Right it’s going to have to be shimmy upwards and lift my legs up and over. This was going to be seamless. So yet again the shimmying begins. “BANG” as I shimmy so violently my head bangs against the headboard. Not only do I have a pain in my bladder but I also have a pain in my head to match. As I glance over I’ve done the one thing I tried to avoid I woke Handsome. “Morning” he smiled at with a row of perfect teeth and big blue eyes. I wanted to stay but I had a more pressing need.
I jumped out of bed and made a run for the bathroom. I didn’t care how much noise I made along the way. I think I let out a few moans of pleasure. The feeling of relief was amazing. As I returned to Handsome who is still lying in bed looking perfect. “What was all that about?” He chuckled.
“Sorry.” I signed. “I was trying not to wake you up but I really, really needed the loo.”
“Well that didn’t work out did it? Why didn’t you want to wake me up? I’ve got to get up soon anyway.” Handsome asked.
“When I woke up and got to watch you for a moment sleeping it just felt perfect and right and I didn’t want to ruin the moment.” I replied, feeling a little foolish.
“So that’s why you were sniffing my arm then?” He chuckled.
“You were awake the whole time then.” I said feigning outrage.
“Yeah, well you see I usually wake up a bit before you because I love to watch you sleep. Your hair spread across the pillow, the way your mouth twitches, and how your eyelashes flutter when you wake up. Gorgeous.” Handsome smiled bashfully before he kissed me.
I leaned in and kissed him back. As we’re embroiled in a kiss. I realise that watching him sleep wasn’t the perfect moment, but this right here and now was the perfect moment. This moment was the perfect moment that I wanted to freeze.