At ourselves deeply: we didn’t say us anything for a little bit. We knew we had to wait, still several minutes to move ourselves, or at least to talk.
This changing was been one of more intense we had faced up to.
Occasionally we have only whispered our names, because we knew it was the only thing we could did in that instant.
You have wanted laid yourself, sweetly, again over me, and your hands were touching my face.
Sometimes you have gave me sweet little kisses, and I have filled my lungs with new air.
What we were doing it seemed a magical ritual.
There was a question in our eyes: everything around us was magical, and we were part of this magic.
Slowly we were falling asleep: we were really tired, we had close the eyes while you hand was touching my belly, and I was touching your, while we smiled us.
The morning after, we have opened the eyes, aware what was happened.
We went downstairs, as usually: me in your arms, and that sensation that filling my heart, and each time, it was expanding, now you could feel it, even you.
While you have took me among your arms, our minds got connected each other.
For a while you have stopped yourself, and have looked at me. We have said us everything with no open the mouth.
Me, I sighed deeply. I’ve closed the eyes: I did it when we were going downstairs, and I have leaned my face on your chest, and I have could hear your heart that was beating fast.
The stairs were seven: the journey to do them was short, but those few instants seemed had no end. Our heads were about to explode, but you were guided a slow invisible hand, and each steps you was doing, you was wrapped, also, by one my great emotion.
But finally, with all careful, you have leaned me on the floor, and that emotion, all in a sudden, has faded.
I have left your hand while you went in the kitchen for prepare the necessary for breakfast.
I was looking at you from the sofa.
But then something has caught my attention.”