...there ain't no need to go outside.
Today I woke up to a dark room. Obviously, since it was 5:45 A.M. Steve and Geoff woke me up from my small sony radio alarm clock with some chat about thunder and lightning. Day's already better. But it's not. What'd make it even better is a scene like this.
Waking up early to rain lightly tapping the window. Just loud enough to keep you awake, but soft enough to make you want to hide under those heavy, goose down covers. Then hearing your name from across the bed from the girl you love, saying "Honey, it's time to get up." After those words are whispered through the sheets, there's that light shuffling and gentle movement towards you, with a warm and comforting hand rubbing across your back, and that kiss that energizes one faster than any espresso ever would.
As you hit the cold, wooden floor of the urban, third floor apartment, the quick change of temperature temporarily takes your breathe away, but you quickly regain it as you walk into the kitchen to pour the coffee that's heated and ready to go, thanks to the pre-set timer. She's already in there, wearing your hoodie and those long pajama bottoms that have monkeys all over. She hands you a cup of the hazelnut blend your dad got you, just because he was thinking about you the other day at Starbucks, and you take a sip. You kiss her, even with morning breathe mixed with coffee. She doesn't mind, because she loves you.
Since this scene would be ideally perfect, this isn't a work day. Time to lounge, since the rain's keeping both of you in. Jeans and old hoodies, with a big blanket on the couch. You spend the morning watching old movies, and her laying on your shoulder. Around early evening, you finally get ready for the night, and dress up a little bit. You have a surprise for her, it's advance screening tickets to the new movie she wants to see. Since it's cold out, you bundle up and get ready to go. Black jackets and dark denim jeans, you both head out to the car and drive into the city. The clouds have a near-apocalyptic orange glow from the city lights, almost as if a riot could break out at any chance, but it's peacefully calm around the city.
Dinner at a quiet cafe with clam chowders and chicken soups, the meal keeps both of you warm and cozy. You know the owners of the cafe, so there's a nice discount, just because he's in a giving mood. As dinner's done, it's a quick walk to the small theater the films being shown at, so you go arm in arm, down the block.
The movie's great. Good drama, clever humor, and a pinch of romance added in. It's enough to garner a potential oscar, only because of the leading actress's role.
When everyone's filed out of the theater, you pull her close as you talk, only to cut her off as she's talking with a kiss under the white lights of the theater marquee. It's a kiss that leaves you dizzy, and breathless. As the night ends, you walk back to the car and head home, only to fall asleep to what you woke up to. The rain lightly tapping the window..
Today I woke up to a dark room. Obviously, since it was 5:45 A.M. Steve and Geoff woke me up from my small sony radio alarm clock with some chat about thunder and lightning. Day's already better. But it's not. What'd make it even better is a scene like this.
Waking up early to rain lightly tapping the window. Just loud enough to keep you awake, but soft enough to make you want to hide under those heavy, goose down covers. Then hearing your name from across the bed from the girl you love, saying "Honey, it's time to get up." After those words are whispered through the sheets, there's that light shuffling and gentle movement towards you, with a warm and comforting hand rubbing across your back, and that kiss that energizes one faster than any espresso ever would.
As you hit the cold, wooden floor of the urban, third floor apartment, the quick change of temperature temporarily takes your breathe away, but you quickly regain it as you walk into the kitchen to pour the coffee that's heated and ready to go, thanks to the pre-set timer. She's already in there, wearing your hoodie and those long pajama bottoms that have monkeys all over. She hands you a cup of the hazelnut blend your dad got you, just because he was thinking about you the other day at Starbucks, and you take a sip. You kiss her, even with morning breathe mixed with coffee. She doesn't mind, because she loves you.
Since this scene would be ideally perfect, this isn't a work day. Time to lounge, since the rain's keeping both of you in. Jeans and old hoodies, with a big blanket on the couch. You spend the morning watching old movies, and her laying on your shoulder. Around early evening, you finally get ready for the night, and dress up a little bit. You have a surprise for her, it's advance screening tickets to the new movie she wants to see. Since it's cold out, you bundle up and get ready to go. Black jackets and dark denim jeans, you both head out to the car and drive into the city. The clouds have a near-apocalyptic orange glow from the city lights, almost as if a riot could break out at any chance, but it's peacefully calm around the city.
Dinner at a quiet cafe with clam chowders and chicken soups, the meal keeps both of you warm and cozy. You know the owners of the cafe, so there's a nice discount, just because he's in a giving mood. As dinner's done, it's a quick walk to the small theater the films being shown at, so you go arm in arm, down the block.
The movie's great. Good drama, clever humor, and a pinch of romance added in. It's enough to garner a potential oscar, only because of the leading actress's role.
When everyone's filed out of the theater, you pull her close as you talk, only to cut her off as she's talking with a kiss under the white lights of the theater marquee. It's a kiss that leaves you dizzy, and breathless. As the night ends, you walk back to the car and head home, only to fall asleep to what you woke up to. The rain lightly tapping the window..
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