it was a normal saturday morning

saturday morning.
i wake up.
this time it feels a lil bit different, weird.
i turned around and saw him.

there he was, sleeping next to me, facing me.
he looked so peaceful, so sound asleep.

am i dreaming? why is he here?

i take a peek at myself and noticed that i'm still fully clothed.
same as him. *pheww* not that it would be wrong if i'm not.


i wanted to pinch myself or do something, but i'm afraid,
if i do something, and this was a dream, i may go back to the reality.
if this is just a dream, i want it to be as long as it can be.

so i just lay still, and stare.
I wondered if he can hear my thumping, pounding heart.

his beautiful hair, his sexy pink lips,
those sweeping eyelashes, perfectly curved eyebrows.

so i bravely reached for his thick, dark hair,
so swift, smooth.
moved down to his high cheek,
it was cold, tanned cheeks.

then he started to move so i pulled my hand back,
and looked at him.

"morning",he said and smiled. *oh gosh, i almost fainted hearing his voice*
i looked at him in awe.
"why do you look at me like that?"
silence.
"oh, you don't remember?"
"remember what?"
"last night?"
"what happened last night? why are you here?"

he gave me those smirky smile and moved his face nearer.
we're like an inch apart. feels like he's going to kiss me or something.
i freezed.

he stared at my eyes and whispered,
"you're not going to remember this, last night, you went to bed early,
and this morning, when you awake, it's just a normal saturday morning,
with you, alone, in your bed"

then i blinked and he's gone.

it was a normal saturday morning