Staring at the dark ceiling I sort of wondered how I got from where I was two years ago to where I was now, laying back on a mattress in this hotel in San Diego California. Even though the room was washed in darkness I could see the moon through the window and feel the warm fresh air coming in, it was the icing on my pretty pink sprinkly cupcake.
I smiled to myself and looked down, in the moonlight I could see David's arm around me, his hand resting on my stomach as he slept. my hand went to his and he stirred, only for a moment to kiss my bare shoulder and pull me tighter to him. It was as if it came so natural for him to kiss me that he did it even in sleep.
His scent was all around me like the smell of excitement, anticipation, elephant ears and corn dogs at the county fair. His skin was bare and mingled with all of mine, soft as cotton candy. His even breathing behind me soothed me like the sound of waves and screaming gulls. It was with all of this perfection that I closed my eyes and played over the events of the day. The events that would eventually lead me to this pink fluffy cloud that I slept on.
