Breathe it in

Breathe it in

The room just sounds a little too loud this morning, the after-effects of last night and too far too much partying, sensibility giving way to bravado, and the years being pushed back just a little too far this time.

You dare not open your eyes, the thought of the sun streaming in through the window is a problem you care not to tackle at this moment in time, no just a few more minutes and perhaps your head will stop screaming in protest or that band of drummers using it, will realise no one is listening and go home.

That feeling in your stomach comes again and the thought of ever eating again is filed away next to the box in your head that says "I will never drink again" which in most likelihood will eventually be placed in the delete bin of forgotten good ideas.

You move a little to see if your body is capable of doing so and you press against something, your arms stretching out and closing around the love of your life and holding her as tightly as you can.

Perhaps she told you to slow down last night or perhaps she let you learn your lesson but right now, she feels like your anchor to reality, and letting go would feel like being sucked into a spiraling downward motion.

A familiar scent drifts first into your sense of smell as your brain struggles to make sense of it, next the power of your mind's eyes conjures up the image of the woman of your dreams, your love, and the mountain that shields you from this crazy world

This woman you can cling to and smell the scent that she wore last night, that perfume that just accented her beauty and charm, it is familiar and makes you just want to lay here and hold her as you breathe it in