Wlw Literature - Blog Posts

there's nothing more beautiful than a pretty femme who drives me absolutely crazy to the point where all my thoughts drift back to her. And she knows exactly the things to make me go so down bad for her.

just a little wlw fluff..lmk what u think (guys chill on me, only writing experience I have is ap english classes from my highschool days)

Pinch me, I need to be reassured that this isn’t a dream. You know when someone says, "If it’s too good to be true, then it is"? God, please don’t let it be true this time. Not this time. It feels too good, it feels too right. If this is a dream, don’t wake me up. Or at least give me 30 more minutes.

But the thing is, it’s not a dream, because I just woke up. The sun’s shining directly in my eyes no matter which way I turn my head. Great, I feel like a vampire.

I blink a few times, trying to adjust, and as I begin to come back to reality, I feel pressure on my body, warmth wrapped all around me. That’s when I immediately realize I’m in her arms.

Usually, she’s not this touchy, not this clingy. For example, when we fall asleep, we’re usually just spooning. She’s not the most affectionate, but she tries. And here she is, unbeknownst to both of us.

Her face is buried in my neck, and I hear her soft inhale and exhale. Her hair sprawls all over the place, tickling my cheek and eye.

Her arms are loosely wrapped around me, but her fingers are purposely interlocked, as if she doesn’t want to let go. Or maybe, as if she doesn’t want me to go.

Half of her body is pressed against mine. This has to be where all the warmth is coming from. Her body heat. And, of course, our legs are tangled under the sheets.

I can’t help but turn my head slightly to face her, but her hair is covering most of her face. She looks so calm, so peaceful, with not a care in the world. She’s comfortable, and so am I. Well, despite my stiff joints begging to be cracked from a good night's sleep.

Her lips are slightly parted, pink and soft—kissable. Her lashes, surprisingly long, make her look as graceful as ever, though they also make me a little jealous. Her brows are furrowed just a bit. Could she be dreaming? I hope it’s not a bad one.

I gently sweep her hair out of her face, unable to help the smile that spreads across my face as I watch her. The sunlight bathes her face perfectly, creating a glow against the white sheets. It’s almost unbelievable how much satisfaction I get from seeing this view. After all this time, it still makes my heart race and fills me with warmth.

I know she’ll probably say she looks a mess right now, always embarrassed when she wakes up and realizes she’s the clingy one. Sure, she might look a little silly if you really stretch it, but I can’t see her as anything less than perfect. Sorry, not sorry, babe.

I dare not move, not to disturb 1) this view, 2) her peace, and 3) this moment. Sometimes, I can’t believe this is real. She is mine. She likes me. Loves me? Don’t get an ego. I don’t know, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. My own dream come true.

So, I guess there’s no need for someone to pinch me. This isn’t a dream, it’s real. I wake up to her every day and sleep beside her every night. And I’m thankful. So blessed to have her.

I can’t help but kiss her cheek softly, a huge, probably dorky smile on my face. I don’t care. Sue me.

Oh shit...she’s waking up now.

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