Mad Musings

He was lying on the couch, propped up on the arm. A sound system was playing an array of songs from his ipod. In his arms was a slightly younger girl, she was beautiful and looked angelic as her chest rose and fell in a peaceful sleep. She looked so innocent, so breakable. Nothing could be hidden or displayed or faked when you were asleep. He was so tempted to kiss her small, full lips but did not want to wake her. She shivered and moved slightly. He pulled her up so that her head rested on his shoulder more and dragged a blanket down from the back of the couch. It was late, he should sleep, but he wanted to watch her peaceful face. It was only for a minute longer. He kissed her cheek and hugged her close. His heart thudding against his chest.

I've always loved the phrase,   "I will love you to the moon and back" .  It's always had a special place in my heart, I've had a Tshirt with that print and I've had a couple bracelets. I had this pair of bracelets that separated the saying. Sort of friendship bracelet type of thing. Anyway, my favorite band, one of the guitarist, Michael Clifford, had a tattoo that said "to the moon..." and that only made the phrase that much more special. I loved those bracelets I got and I had two plans for them.  To give one of them to Michael Clifford one day or         2. Give one to the person I was certain was special to me. Well, as the saying goes, best laid plans of mice and men often go astray. I laid out four options of bracelets to take. Two new ones I bought in Japan and my two bracelets. One bracelet said "To the moon" and was brand new, never worn. The other was "And back" and was completely dirty, worn, and ...