I wake up with a weight on my chest.
I see her still asleep, shes a heavy sleeper so I pull her up so her head is on the pillow with me.
She grabs the fabric of my shirt and moves her hand to her parted lips.
Her hand is in a fist and hair is in her face.
I move this strands behind her ear, and smile at her beauty, how completely calm she is.
I pull her closer, the fabric of her dress is soft to touch, unlike the jeans I forgot to talk off before falling asleep last night.
I look over at the clock next to my bed its 9:17am that means my parents have left for work.
Thank God.
How come this morning they didn't bang on my door telling me to wake up?
I look around my room, at the posters, the bikini model I put up when I was 13, and my wall of pictures, my favorite is of me and her.
It's us at the beach, shes on my shoulder and all you see is my back and her laughing.
She looks absolutely stunning.
Her hair is in the wind and her skin and smile are glowing.
I smile at the picture, I then continue to scan my room.
When I get to my bed room door...its not completely shut.
But I shut it last night.
I look back over to her, I gently move her so I am able to check out the scene,
