Every morning, you wake up with that funny look I’ve always adored. You give the best smiles when you’re still parting the cobwebs of sleep. Your breathing is always so soft, so perfect.
My heart flutters at the thought of having you all to myself, always.
I love to trace your face as you rest your head on the pillow for just 10 more minutes of sleep.
I know it’s been a hard year for everyone, my darling, and just as I had promised so many years ago, I will be with you until the end of time.
And I beg to disagree with the pastor who said something about separation and death.
For after my burial I went straight home to you.
YOU ARE READING
VOTUM: flash fiction
Short StoryStories about the world, alter-worlds and everything in between. (English) Cover art: Morning Magic - TavenerScholar (Deviantart)
