i woke up this morning in a bed other than mine. it is a single bed with a strange masculine scent. it was not repulsive neither does it contain enough chemistry for my skin to turned hypersentized. it was just a bed i happened lay for comfort to. it kept me warm and allow me to rest, when i reluctantly able to rest on my own. the day is sunday, and what a sunny day indeed.

a genius man laid half asleep next to me below on a thin layer of matress. the room is strange to his, even more so to me. what shud not be strange to either of us on this lovely lazy morning is each other's scent. or at least, we were once accustomed to them. i would have been more than eager to reawaken those memories. afterall with him, satisfation is understatedly guaranteed. my heart races and my eyes were blinded by the sun. i greeted him 'good morning', aired the room by opening the window, played with his hair a little before i exited myself.

i left the house with the bed owner. his complexion glares with radiance, wearing yellow. just as sunny as this very sunday. i have so much to celebrate in him, as much as i celebrate today. he afterall, gave up his bed for me. on our way i told him a joke about a temptation. under the sun, he may possibly wonder why i had not took my chances. but i believe as night falls, he will rejoice the fact that i did what i did.

any form of rebound wudnt mend the heart from chipping..
while you, my dear friend, has been the trampoline of my soul during odd times
thank you, for everything.