Laying under the sheets.
Legs tangled, eyes drawn together by the shyness of our hands.

The rain pattered on the rooftop. Click. Click. Clack.

The wind rattled the window panes, ever so slightly.

The white comforter surrounded us in warmth and pushed down on our bodies.

Bedsheets. Wrapped from sunset to sunrise. The stars the light guiding our hands.

You push my hair back from the side of my check. Your eyes pull me closer to yours.

The alarm goes off. Time to get up.