He woke from slumber, angry that he’d drifted off. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He’d wanted to spend the night watching her sleep in his arms. He’d wanted to watch her sleep while he thought back on their invigorating night; earlier in the day. He wanted to remember every moment he’d spent with her, every moment he’d seen the love he felt for her reflecting back at him in her whiskey coloured eyes; imaging the future he would spend with her, his Amy. Not that she was a possession, of course, but she was his and he was hers.
I’m really behind on the Velvet Verbosity challenges. To make up for it… here’s the last four challenges in one 100 word drabble.