The sun felt like a warm blanket as we lay in the grass. My guitar in hand and guitar case for a pillow, blue filling every corner of my vision, the world was in high-def.
She turned to me and said, “This feels like a movie poster.”
“It does,” I replied.
“What would our movie be about?”
A pause, then, “About two wandering souls finding solace in each other.”
“I like that.”
We fell silent as our thoughts lulled us to sleep. Nothing else needed to be said.
I awoke and lay captivated as I watched her nap.
In that second, I thought to myself, “Shit, we should have put sunscreen on.”