You sing with me as bacon pops in the pan
George Strait is singing loudly on the google mini in the living room
I wrap my arms around your waist from behind and kiss your right shoulder with a ghostly smile on your skin
You turn around and swirl me with one arm
You pull me close, nose to nose
As we sway back and forth with your hand in mine
we move left and right only a couple inches
I've dreamed of loving someone as much as I love you
All the times I've seen my parents fight in the kitchen
The nights where my mom and I would country dance in the kitchen while cooking dinner
Here I am with the man I only dreamed of, shirtless, cooking us breakfast in our apartment with the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen
I was so afraid of loving someone as much as I love you in this moment. Your head on my shoulder, your arms around my waist, you dip me low and twirl me around as I laugh
I love every second that we are in our kitchen together, dancing or you making my coffee just how I like it
I wouldn't change how much I love dancing in the kitchen with you as you sing loudly into my ear
I wouldn't change any of it
not one bit.
About the Creator
Shelby
Just trying to love and not miss anything as I go through this thing we call life.
Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm6 days ago in Fiction
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