Let Us

Let us wake up early in the morning, before the dawn's fog has settled, cruising to the likes of the '90s and savoring hot tea. The horizon, a powder blue, swirls like a child's artwork with pink clouds, and a black, cratered road stretching for miles. Each bump is covered by your voice echoing the radio as mine is silent, but my lips still move to hide the obvious fact that I can't really sing.

Let us get lost in the wilderness, hiking over fallen trees and across little creeks, pretending to be explorers in a faraway land. The strong scent of pine and damp wood fill the air while birds who hide amongst the foliage chirp out of time with the crunch of our feet on gravel. I run ahead until my wheezing becomes too much; hunched over, looking up I see you jogging in place, that grin of victory matched with my breathless laugh.

Let us slowly dance outside as the thunder cracks, and the water pitter-patters on our shoulders, before eventually seeking shelter under the large oak tree. Droplets fall from the leaves above, dampening our clothes to even more uncomfortable levels, proving just how irrational of a place it was to hide. When the storm finally passes, we continue to trail blaze the inevitable loop leading us back to civilization.

Let us cuddle in front of the fireplace, binging our favorite movie series, stealing glances as the other pretends not to notice. The entertainment becomes background noise to a silent conversation of smirks and playful glares as our legs continuously pretzel together. We tease with noses touching, challenging the other to move first, but our game eventually ends unrewarded.

Let us fall asleep snuggled close to each other, filling the silence with our dozing sighs, dreaming of what the future holds. The fan creates a gentle breeze, causing me to nestle closer to you, curled in what will later be a regrettable position. You turn over so our noses touch once again, except there is no challenge this time; we connect gently before giving in to the night.