I Wish . . .

It sneaked in through the shades.  As I felt the warmth of its touch, I woke up and slide the shades. Morning was beautiful as the early rays bounced of the mist that settled down over night. The tiny droplets of water on the edges bore the images of the surroundings. I arched back to pull my dropping boxers, when I saw her lying in the bed wrapped under the sheets. Her back was smooth and radiated in the early morning light. I put the shades back properly trying to protect her from the hands of belligerent rays trying to touch her bare skin.

I longed to get back to her and cuddle into her. The thought itself was so strong that I had to force myself into the kitchen. I took many precautions to make sure that the noise from the kitchen did not disturb her sleep. I quickly filled up the table with multiple options of breakfast and went back to her. As I slipped my hand around her smooth skin, I could feel her hand pulling me closer and holding me tight. I loved the expression on her face. I so wished that I could remain like that forever, leaving everything.

I had to do it. I slowly moved up so that I could get a clear view of her face. I swooped down to her ear and slowly whispered. She acknowledged it as she planted a kiss. I kissed her back on the forehead and moved her to smell the hot breakfast waiting to be devoured. She pulled up the sheets to cover herself as she rested her back on the bed.  She smilingly outstretched her arms for a warm hug.

As I leaned forward for it, I hit the seat ahead and woke up. It was a dream? I felt bad and happy at the same time. I was feeling lighter. I adjusted myself and closed my eyes hoping to continue the pleasant experience. Suddenly the whole plane shook as if it was caught in turbulence. I woke up to find my friend standing by my side holding my drink and giving me a weird stare. I looked at him in disbelief and closed my eyes wishing that it was a dream.