pour one out for our ghosts

There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day

How unexpected that a morning like this would follow their night before, yet as you look up at the woman sitting astride your lap you cannot find it within yourself to feel guilty, or even ashamed. You're... happy, well and truly happy, for the first time in a while.

Gods, that's a terrifying thought.

She suggests a tour and even though your body is aching for more of hers, you find you're in no rush. You have time, you're realizing now, time to learn this woman and all she is, to experience different facets of her. Running your hand back into her hair, you chuckle up and shrug your shoulders. "As you wish," you reply easily, pulling her close for another kiss before gently easing her off your lap.

You stand and stretch, rolling your bad right shoulder and then casually draping your arm over hers. "Here ya can see th'kitchen. Note that th'riginal appliances are all in place." With your other arm you make a sweeping gesture, demonstrating the rather modest room she is already well familiar with while turning to see her impression, mischief in the lilt of your brow.

And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?

zephyr