she couldn’t get out of her warmth today; filling up the spaces between limbs, toes, breasts, under neck. sun shining in, there was a glow about arina lying there in bed. she always had this about her as if light just craved her company.
“we were laying there for hours, xara, like lions in the shade- with nothing to do, nothing to fear.” aya’s eyes shifted to the outsides in the window, mouth smiling like she was tasting something familiar and sweet, again.
“talking happened. talking, sharing, feeling. feeling the pain of yesterday, the ease of today, feeling our bodies intertwined in those shapes of puzzles and twists, melting into each other like comfort. we were sunday on a saturday.”