Lottie unveiled me from my blankets to look at the sunrise, We crawled to the porch and perched on the wooden planks. We stared at the mildew on the grass, frequently being shined on by passing car lights.
The sun rising is so slow, and yet so fast that if I were to write this while watching I'd miss it. In a moment we'd be fascinated by the endless night, not able to see stars in our city skies. Then we'd be falling in love with the deep blue, wishing to paint our skins in that hue. Then we'd look at the crescent moon for love, as I remember it would be on the other side of the sky driving to school. Maybe we shifted, or maybe I'd mistake our moon for rising with the sun, instead of setting as it should.
I forgot a sign of sunrise was colours at the tip of the horizon, up until Lottie pointed it out to me. It was a more muted version of sunset. I was too focused on the shifting shades of blue right in front of my eyes. Lapis Lazuli would be proud. If one of us looked away for a moment, we'd swear our eyes were taking us as fools. We'd have more fun as fools.
Once the sun began to be something to fear, we went back inside to find some breakfast.
YOU ARE READING
Liz
Romance[Partner book to Austin. Please read both] Liz just started Freshman year of college, and her first and last assignment of her college education is the same: To write in this journal once a week. She never expected this to be the way to get her drea...
