clear rants

He woke with the warmth of the early autumn sun on his face. A slight morning breeze fluttered through the sheer, embroidered curtains. As his eyes slowly began to focus, he was mildly startled at what he saw. He still wasn’t used to it–waking up next to the most beautiful woman in the world.

He admired her smooth, pale skin; her full, red lips. He was awed at the way her thin wispy bangs fell across her face just so. He cherished moments like these–silent, voyeuristic reveries–they were so few and far in between. It was in these scarce instances that he felt he could see straight through to her soul. He fought the temptation to stroke her soft, glowing cheek. And failed.

Her eyes fluttered open, a sweet, content smile spreading across her face. “Hey there handsome,” she purred. His heart skipped a beat. She took the opportunity to snuggle her face into his downy stubble. He wished that he could freeze this moment and live in it forever. He would want for nothing else but to just hold her here, just like this. Before he knew what happened, however, she had sprung out of the bed. “I gotta peeeeeee!” she squealed as she ran to the bathroom. Alas, nothing lasted forever.

He followed her into the bathroom. She looked shyly up at him as she stood up and flushed the toilet. She quickly shoved his toothbrush into his hand. They made silly faces at each other as they brushed, playfully shoving each other away from the sink in order to spit. As he dried his face, she slowly made her way out to the balcony, overlooking the empty streets below. He looked out from the bedroom and saw her lithe silhouette framed by the early morning sun. She looked almost angelic as the coastal breeze caused her silk robe to dance around her. He whistled.

She turned around with a sly smile on her face, beckoning to him with a curl of her finger. He made his way out to the balcony and embraced her from behind, enjoying the quiet of dawn together. As they surveyed the view before them, a lone car pulled up to the front of the building.

“Oh shit,” she exclaimed, “it’s my husband!”