I wake up and you are lightly breathing, nose nuzzled into the back of my neck, with your arm holding me like an anchor, keeping me moored to the warmth of you. A good excuse to lie here a little longer then. My eyes wander and find the reason as to why I'd felt like I'd been sleeping on rocks; How did we end up on a pebble beach, miles away? It wasn't the first time we'd slept outdoors, I know (a backpack full of cheap cans will do that to you). But to go so far out of the city and find ourselves at the not so scenic seafront, surrounded by plastic bags, needles and other miscellaneous undesirables. Not exactly a romantic setting. Yet I don't feel the cold here, with you.
Our Urban Seaside Paradise.
Your heavy arm moves now. I catch a scent of peppermint from the spent chewing gum you've squished into your palm , which would make it's way straight to your gob, or straight to your hair when you woke up. Addict; always with minty breath. You stir a little, but only to burrow your chin into my shoulder, with your nose twitching at the nape of my neck. "diye can mm" - illegible mumble, same sounds you make when awake.
I'll stay here under your wrestle grip, until you bid me a morning "hello". Then I'll turn to your brown eyes and you'll look into my blues. Sing me Nick Drake or Jeff Buckley, for breakfast?
The above is a concept, based on the photo, and a real life scenario mixed with a dream. For the next 13 (totally non-consecutive) days I'm going to post a concept based on pictures I stole from tumblr, which you can see in the slideshow below. The number 13 is also a concept, shared by 2 people. It's all about numbers. And I've never been good with maths.