Elevate

The morning rays glitter over the rising sky, and all I have on my skin are burning sensations, gliding over my skull, with a heart which reeks of pain.

I look up, letting off a deep breath, with his chandelier staring right at me. The space towards my side is quite broad, his absence, screaming through the loss of his scent over the scenery.

I must have blacked out again, which means I had caused him a great deal of stress. Thinking of it, weakens my bones, it creates thar reluctance, which binds me from leaving his bed.

But the squirming of his door breaks my senses loose as I shut my sight, tightening my grip, while controlling the roll of my breath.

I hear his foot prints match. He pauses, halting right beside me for a minute, with his eyes heavily being felt, screening through me. I try not to panic, laying firmly, with a dead on mild countenance, but I think my act isn't that convincing.

“Aren't you tired of resting ?“ He asks, with wind