sunday morning in bed with a beautiful boy

It was just a little test for myself

Sometimes I like to do that, throw little challenges here and there

I wanted to see if I could do what most girls fail at

I wondered if I could spend the night with the cutest guy in school and not get attached

A little drugs, a little drinking, the rest of the night together making memories he wouldn't remember

But I woke up in the morning and left, freaking out

I picked up my clothes and tried to put them on silently so I wouldn't wake him up

I didn't want him to be angry

He truly does have the most beautiful face I've ever seen

Before I snuck out the door left ajar,

I peeked back at him

I'd never seen his hair product-less and messy like that

I'd never seen his face so far away, thousands of miles in dreams and thoughts

This man who drank and swore and didn't seem to have any soul at all

Then looked to me like a beautiful, vulnerable child

I knew I had to get out before the feelings came so I ditched that room as fast as possible

I hopped over unconscious bodies still recovering from the haze of the previous night's party

I finally found an empty recliner

And dozed off

I woke up two hours later in a fright

I was in a room full of people I didn't even like

Why did I go to that party anyway

Those were not my people

Drugs and drinking were not my thing

Oh, now I remember

It was his birthday party

He who held me like a baby after a night of acts that would make any mother cringe

I knew this recliner was a bad idea and wondered if there was any way I could get back in bed with that beautiful boy

I knew I'd always regret it if I didn't

I opened the door as silently as possible

and crawled back under those thick white sheets

I tried to lay as far away as possible,

because people who don't have feelings for each other do not need to hold each other more than necessary

And he had none for me

And I could not have feelings for him

Just when I felt a hollow sadness strike

He reached out his foot and placed it adjacent to mine, a small gesture

I let his instep match mine and sighed inexorably with content

This little touch filled me with a happiness I'd never known

No feelings though, remember?

I chased that thought away and let my other foot get tangled up in his

My legs followed and soon we were cuddled up again

I peeked at him again and saw a trace of a smile on that (hungover and half-asleep, but beautiful) face

I wanted to kiss him but I wasn't sure if that was allowed

So I just pressed my smile against his arm

We laid there forever it seemed

Eventually though, he held me out at arms length and leaned away from me and began to cough

He coughed a few times and apologized,

then coughed just a few more

Then he went back to sleep

I can't explain the way I felt when those coughs hit him

I wanted to reach out and hold him

I know he smokes way too much

But I felt like it was my fault his lungs weren't perfect

I wanted to protect him from all things bad like coughing

All the signs were there before, now that I look back

But that's the exact moment when I knew feelings were going to be a problem

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