unkemptadoration

Sometime before 7:30 am (the alarm was set, the house still quiet). Blankets, a mess on the floor beside an old blue couch. Two wine bottles sit empty on the coffee table next to a half empty glass of last night's mer lot still waiting to be finished. A woman, laying in the blanketed mess, hair sprawled about like a halo above her head, her face buried in a pillow. The screen door to the backyard allows the morning wind to come into the room and rush over her like a wave, she wakes up. Beside her, he senses she's awake and opens his eyes. They gaze at each other only briefly before they share a quick smile and he closes his eyes again. Sh