Frosty day

Licìa

I live through the dreams, wonders and hopes. I become all of it, just like walking on the soft clouds or reaching the brightest stars on the night sky. And then it all crashes. I open my eyes, and know that none of it was ever real.

Until it becomes the reality, small parts that decide to happen and copy the same path that was left on my mind from the dreams I had dreamt and from the wishes I had made.

The snow was landing softly to the ground, without making any noise at all. But I like to imagine it making a soft tingle while touching the other frozen snowflakes. Breathing the frosty air to my lungs and letting it all out within the steam. 

I loved these type of mornings, where you can feel the winter greet you right away when you walk outside. Frozen kisses to the cheeks, and after that covering your face to scarf.

Smile seeks to my face already, even when he hasn't noticed me yet. And it gets bigger, wider, when his eyes meets mine and the same type of smile reaches his face. Warm hands around me, the smell that feels like home. My home. Miracle.

"Hey little bunny" his voice is just like ice, spiky and thorn. It feels like it could cut your skin, just like paper cuts but all over your body and specially to the most hurtful places.

"Good morning princess" I giggle, with smile on my face. He hates when I start calling him that, but never asks me to stop using that pet name. I think it suits him better than anything else, even thought he was my brave knight from those romantic princess stories. He had saved me in every way I could ever be saved, and kept on making me want it. He says that I saved him, gave him the sun to his darkness and reason to live. But he has no idea how badly I needed him, how deeply I dreamed of him without even knowing who he exactly was. I knew it years before it actually happened, before he found me.

"Ahh....be careful darling, you shouldn't be using that name of me when you are the one who should be wearing the crown and owning this world" he speaks as softly as he can with that destroyed voice of his. His hand wanders to my neck, cheek and then to my chin. He rises my head, making me look at his eyes while he speaks to me.

"Owning the world? How about owning you first" Smile that rises to my faces, makes my nose go on wrinkles. And he smiles so softly.

"Oh but you are my world" he whispers right before his soft lips finds mine.

It feels better than any hot drink or warm blanket ever could. My whole body feels like soft, warm honey when I taste him. 

My hands, which I believe have their own will, wanders under his shirt. It makes him shiver, and a giggle escapes between my lips.

"How the hell your hands are so cold already?" He asks, looking at me. Staring. But still letting my hands to stay where they are.

"Oh they wanted so despretly to be in touch with you. You know...they are dramatic"

And that makes him laugh. Actually laugh. He never does it, because it hurts his throath. He hasn't told me that, but I see the pain in his face, even the slightest amount of it.

This moment feels magical, he does.

Winter mornings hides the special kind of magic.