Sometimes I so wish I could hold a moment in time. Make the clocks stop, the world pause just for a bit so that we can stay in that perfect moment a little longer.
The bright morning light floods the room, my body unfurls from sleep and I wriggle out from under the covers and step into the bathroom to pee. The type of pee you only do in the morning after you have slept the whole night through. As I stand and turn a vision through the funny little window between the bathroom and bedroom catches my eye and almost tears the breath from lungs. I am caught here between watching this little scene of a perfect moment and wanting to sprint back into the room and become part of it again.
I wish I could bottle it. Keep it forever just like this; calm and peaceful, both of us contented in each other’s company. He is reading, waiting for me to wake and now waiting for me to return to his side. He doesn’t speak and neither do I. Right now we have no need for words; everything we wanted to say was said last night, beneath the white billowing covers of our little hide-away. Everything was said with actions and in the bright light of day I can hear every word being played back to me by my aching muscles and tender bottom.
I have to preserve this moment and I dart from the bathroom, grab my camera from the sideboard and return. He doesn’t move a muscle. He knows me by now and my movements will not have surprised him in the least. I ponder it briefly and then I work, silently exploring the light and the angles, hoping that just one of these images I take will be enough to tell a story. To remind me of this place, his touch, our laughter, his smell, our taste, the trip, this room.
And then I am gone. For there is only so many photos of a moment you can take before you must leap back into and live it for real.
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