The orange hues of the sun seemed like a tangerine jelly merging with the sky. The sun hid half of itself under the blanket of the sky as if blushing thinking of how the twilight will soon beckon the stars. Silhouettes of birds appeared on the now magenta sky as they flew back to their homes.
As the last orange rays made her sleeping figure aglow, his lips bore a semblance of a smile at the sight. He enjoyed this feeling of being able to lie next to her and just stare at her milky white skin.
The birds might be flying home outside the window but as he placed a kiss on the space between her brows, he knew that he was really home. He pulled her body closer to himself and said, "I love you, baby. And I also love the feeling of loving you. Oddly, I don't seem to care anymore about what your love does to me." His voice sounded like whispering meadows; serene, mysterious, and most of all beautiful.
