There is nothing I want more right now than to have someone laying beside me on my bed. Just laying there in the dark, all of the windows open, and listening to the sound of cars pass every few minutes. Slowly, the number of cars driving by will get lower and lower as the night lingers on.
I want to lay above the sheets in our underwear and not speak. Just lay there with that person and know that someone is with me. We can watch the shadows bounce around the room, and the lights from outside dance across the walls. The light shining through the window will illuminate only half of our bodies, while the other half remains a complete mystery.
The silence will eventually be broken because one of us has dared to speak aloud. I want to ask you dumb questions. I want to know everything about you. Why do you talk so slow? Where do your parents think you are right now? If you could be any type of vegetable what would you be? If you could kiss me right now would you? Because I want you to. And I wouldn't let you stop until our clothes are slowly coming off and we are saying prayers underneath our breath for we know we are about to commit a sin. And slowly we are tangled in one another and nothing seems to matter anymore. Everything that was once clouding our heads slowly starts to disappear because all that matters is this moment.
And suddenly, everything is quiet. No more cars passing on the street. The lights outside have grown dimmer. The world has seemed to stop spinning for a moment in time. And it's just you and I. On the bed. Completely naked. And the silence between us is the only thing we have been content with in weeks.