I woke myself up from a coughing fit at around eight in the morning. When my throat finally cleared up, I finally noticed the first signs of fall. There was a soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the driveway. I realized that I had slept with a sweater on, and I no longer needed my ceiling fan whipping cold air onto my naked body as I tried to fall asleep. I no longer craved ice cream, but hot chocolate, and warmth, and cuddles. However, I feel pretty warm as it is. I slept alone last night, but my bed felt warm again. Traced with your presence, even though I've never even laid down with you. I saw you before I fell asleep, I closed my eyes to the thought of you, and woke up to you again. Still, I woke up in my empty bed. But you were here. I swear that we were tangled up together through the night. My heart so near to yours, they started beating at the same pace. I feel close to you, even though we are so many miles apart. I can't wrap my mind around it. I feel so strongly for you, and I care for you deeply. And I know this, without ever having kissed you, or felt you before. I've never even held your hand. I always told myself that I was just fine by myself. That it would be foolish to get involved with anyone, and that love was stupid and a waste of time. Now look at me. I can't even agree with any of those things I once spoke of. I fell for you without even realizing it. And to be honest, I'm completely fine with it.
Two months. Two months, and then my dreams will finally be parallel to my reality. I will get to hold you, and lock my fingers with yours. I will get to feel your skin against mine. Instead of blowing you kisses, I will just pull you in, so that our lips can meet. Nothing will matter--not time, nor the distance. The only thing that will matter to me will be the current, as I lose myself completely in our movements, and find myself in the morning when I wake up to you beside me. Instead of wishing, I'll be there.
Now it's no use going back to bed. I suppose I'll make myself some hot tea. I feel like painting today, while listening to music that reminds me of the crackling leaves, but just softly, so that it doesn't completely block out the sound of the rain. This time around, October will be good to me.
mkp.
