i wake up to gush of breeze on my hair. as i open my eyes i see you, your face at proximity.
i could barely remember the whirl of emotions (and movements) i (we) just went through.
i stare out the window, and see.
the moon looks like it was spun out of (our) stories, and silver.
the sky is clear enough for me to fall into it, and i can dance amongst the constellations.
i ask you to hold me tightly.