i awoke, wrapped solo in a comforter wondering where my usual slumber companion had gone... the sound of the shower running lead me to believe that the prior evening's actions had left my love with a not-so kind reminder of alcohol's lingering effects... and the pounding in my own skull confirmed that it had also cast its spell on me...
the bright light of a beautiful day was immediately shut out by the drawing of our blinds... as much as we mocked our own lazy and hermit-like existence, a day of recovery was easily deemed necessary... then, like high schoolers on lunch break, we spun one up... puff... puff... a soft fog filled our vision and our bodies enjoyed a sense of rest and relaxation we were previously unable to achieve... seriousness was fleeting, as we embraced each other and took advantage of a simple summer day... albeit, indoors...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
