Siempre amé tu locura

sandwiches, lemon tea and you

it was cold outside the blankets, she felt it on her cheek as she was slowly waking up
her eyes still closed, she tried to move but couldn't
just because her eyes were still closed, and as you know, you don't wake up until you open your eyes,
she ignored the fact that there was something holding her still and weighing over her
her hair tickled her ear so she shook her head and heard a small laugh
then she realized, opened her eyes and looked up to the right
his face was close, that smile she always fell for lightened his messy morning hair
he was sitting on her hips, holding her arms with his knees, and with his hands, he was ten seconds away from cutting off
her left dreadlocks, those dreads he hated so much, who knows why, maybe because he loved to fight her
or maybe because he was just being silly
their eyes met, and she began to say no as he moved his head up and down very slowly
she started laughing nervously as she tried to shake him off
he gave up on the scissors when she wouldn't keep her head still, and said, very well then
he knows her weakness are her ears, and how she is extremely ticklish
considering the fact that she is smaller, and that he was sitting on top of her, it was not a fair fight
he tickled her until she could barely breathe and as a last resource, she got up really fast and they both fell to the other side of the bed
laying there on the cold floor, both gasping and laughing, the good, good morning sun came through the window
as the moments passed, outside his room, outside his window, they remained like that
laying on their backs on the floor, next to each other, happy, together, immune to the passing of time, not afraid of the future
nowhere but there, just there
his eyes saw her laughing endlessly as he tickled her
her eyes saw him staring while he smiled
their eyes told each other of their love