Prologue

                              Prologue


    The smoke from my cigarette swirles up, into the rays of light peaking through the window, and I feel an odd calming sensation over me. I snuggle down into the satin sheets and pull them up to my face, taking a deep breath in. It's early morning and I can hear nothing but a light breathing noise coming from next to me. Remembering the events of last night, I take a peek.

      He is on his stomach, and light is shining onto his skin, making it almost glisten on this early morning. He has one leg out of the covers, while the royal blue sheets conveniently cover the lower half of his body. His arms are spread out, taking up almost the whole bed while his head was buried into a pile of white pillows.

     I watch his torso rise and collapse at the rythem of his breathing, and I realize that I haven't ever really looked at him before. Not like this. This is different. He looks so at peace, he looks so comfortable, so relaxed. I smile at the sight of this and lay down, replaying the most recent events over and over in my head and try to realize that this is my new reality.