A crazy little thing...called love

Kris stirred restlessly as the first rays of the dawn crept in through the glass window. She was asleep, but her mind was suddenly alert, awake, and refused to let her go back to the deep slumber. She tried to move her hand and stretch, but then she realized that she was being held, held in a warm embrace. She opened one eye and saw Nick’s profile shifting ever so slightly as he breathed peacefully. She could still smell in the lingering traces of love in the room that surrounded them. She could remember the tenderness of the passion they had shared the night before. As she looked at him, she felt a deep chasm that opened in her soul, a different kind of need to protect his sleeping form, the need to sneak inside his heart and stay there. The pain returned, the abomination that she would have to leave soon, that their time together was somehow running out and she closed her eyes stifling a deep sob that rose inside her. She didn’t realize that perhaps this man had some form of enchantment to know her inside out even in his sleep. He released her in his sleep, and shifted his form closer to her, encircling her entire body by his. Bringing her close to his heart, he rested her head on his arms, slightly not waking up as he did so. She felt the heaviness in her heart disappear, replaced by a slight tingling of increased heartbeat, the kind that comes with victory, the kind that comes with hope and the realization dawned onto her how this felt like a safe haven, a place of refuge to her decaying soul. She found herself looking at Nick’s face, wanting this moment to last, realizing that this was the tiny little thing people so exaggerated and called love