story of my life

ive always been in love with the idea of knowing you and i are falling sleep with the same moon watching over us, even though were far apart.  the sand, silvered, carries the moon, on its shoulders.  is it possible to put this night to tune, and move it to you?

ive also always been in love with the idea of sunday morning.  waking up entwined in bed with you, sunlight streaming through the windows, and just being there, lazy and together, for a small, little while, before we get up and tackle whatever the real world brings for us.  when the sun came up, we were sleeping in, sunk inside of blankets, sprawled across the bed, and we, were dreaming.