vow

This morning i woke up and i swore i could smell you on my pillow. i breathed it in deep. i shut my eyes tightly and i imagined you here.

We lay facing each other for what felt like a lifetime, careful to not make any sudden movements, in fear that reality would too quickly seep in and erase all of this wonderful progress. so i looked on. your skin seemed fair in the morning light. it begged to be explored by a pair of wandering hands. i continued witnessing every detail of your body, every curve and crease was beheld with tender vigilance. i was not disappointed to find each freckle fully in tact, right where i left them last.

It was a grand morning in the land of make believe.

{Yashica a. Kodak 120 film}