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.
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I love the image of a man so fully enriched by love that he doesn’t want to let go or move beyond the moment. I was a little confused by ” their invigorating night; earlier in the day” — it seemed like it would be ‘earlier in the evening’? maybe? Anyway, I was totally enchanted and a little intimidated by this guy, who may not be altogether Mr. Nice fellow.
“whiskey colored eyes” – haven’t heard that one before. I like it!
I really liked this imagine of not wanting to miss a moment with the one you love, even if only to sleep.