oc kiss week, prompt: sunrise
persy & annie (perséfone)
My neck hurt from sleeping in the backseat of the car. I expected to see nighttime when looking out the window but the sky was getting light, pink and lilac, there was that chill of dawn in the air. I cranked down the window to stick out my head and breathe in the atmosphere, listen to the dogs barking faraway, look at the shadows cast by trees and spy the last of the lampposts that refused to rest.
You were sitting on the hood of the car still, but the guitar was now on the driver’s seat, the morning was quiet aside from the birds waking up with the sun.
I leaned over the handbrake to reach the windshield and tap my knuckles on it. You leaned and looked at me, my butterfly pins holding back your hair. The circular sunglasses stumbled from the top of your head and you cursed too loud for the still hour, hurrying to catch them while also keeping the wind from blowing away the pages of your notebook.
“Morning, sleepy,” you said.
“What are we still doing here?”
“I was chasing inspiration, next thing I knew sun was coming up. Knew you’d wake up eventually.”
I opened the door and climbed straight into the cold morning. Fixing my shirt and scratching at the line of my waist where my jeans had bitten uncomfortably into my skin. The angels were curled up on the roof, heaps of light and feathers, mine blinking and staring with the eyes on its wings. There were others, strays, perching on the lamppost cables with the pigeons and grackles and sparrows. Twinkling like wind chimes, like altar bells.
You offered me a hand to climb onto the hood. “So you’ve been up all night?”
“More or less.”
“Any luck?”
You studied the words on the page, chewing the cap of the pen worse than it already was. “Definitely not.”
I offered my hand this time, you passed the pages and handed the notebook on a blank one, then gave me the pen without the chewed cap. I looked at the silhouettes of the angels on the tall cables and scratched at the paper with the pen, less drawing and more scribbling the suggestion of images.
“Wanna get breakfast?” you asked.
“We gotta wait at least an hour or two for anything good to be open.”
“I could use that to sleep, then.”
You leaned your head on my shoulder to look at the drawing. Those are birds, you said, and those are angels. If it wasn’t such a task you would ask me to paint every spot in the city and every city that had angels, just so you could see them as I saw them.
“Where are they now?” You looked around and I pointed behind us, to the roof of the car. Where your angel had woken too and now both it and my own were taking in the morning as we were. “What are they doing?”
“Enjoying… this, I guess.” I gestured around us, the sky bluer than lemonade pink now.
You hummed, sliding down against the windshield. Legs in ripped jeans stretched over the nose of the car, like you were on a lounge chair at the pool. The pins on your jacket clicked against each other when you hugged it close. I liked the cold, I liked it on my bare shoulders and my bare ankles, on my face, going sharp through my nose.
“It is nice,” you said, and closed your eyes. “We can stay until you’re done drawing.”
We needed to get back, but I wasn’t anymore mindful or responsible than you were. I liked these picturesque moments probably the most out of all of us. I would pick staying until the morning stopped feeling so personal, until the world truly woke up, until I had to admit we really had to return before they worried. I pressed a kiss to the top of your head and copied the way you were lounging against the windshield, you tapped your dirty trainer against mine (rubber toes covered in doodles made with permanent marker), I smiled and put my head on your shoulder to finish the drawing after you returned the kindness with a kiss on my cheek.
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