7/14/11

Between the Sheets
By M. R. Miller


There we lay between the sheets, staring at the ceiling, not talking about anything. It's not that we had nothing to talk about. It's not that we didn't like talking. It's that we didn't need to talk.

There we lay between the sheets, staring at the ceiling, not moving. It's not that we couldn't move. It's not that we were tired, staying up all night. It's that we didn't need to move.

There we lay between the sheets, staring at the ceiling, not making any noise at all. It's not that we were trying to respect the neighbors. It's not that we were asleep and trying to not wake each other up. It's that we didn't need to make any noise.

There we lay between the sheets, each staring into the eyes of the one we loved, talking the night away. We didn't need to talk. We didn't have anything to talk about. We just loved to hear the voice of the one we loved.

There we lay between the sheets, each staring into the eyes of the one we loved, rolling around on the bed. We didn't need to move. We didn't even have a reason. We just loved to feel every inch of the one we loved.

There we lay between the sheets, each staring into the eyes of the one we loved, being loud and not caring. We didn't need to make any noise. We didn't even have a reason to be loud. We just loved laughing with the one we loved.

There we lay between the sheets, staring into eyes, talking, moving, laughing. But that was last night. Last night is over, ended by the sun and the screech of the alarm.

But tonight we'll lay between the sheets. Tonight we'll talk. Tonight we'll move. Tonight we'll laugh.

Tonight, like every night, we'll be in love.


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M. R. Miller is a first time writer to Daily Love but has been doing personal writing for years. Miller has lived in Massachusetts since birth. Miller is a music lover, a lover of the outdoors, and a lover.