Rain beating against the window
You are cuddled close to me laying down on our bed. Head on my chest with teddy bear in hand, wearing your favorite sweatshirt of mine, while we sit and smoke in the dark. The street light outside being the only thing illuminating the room as the rain beats down in sheets and the music plays softly in the background. Not ready to let the weekend go, we sit in our little atmosphere enjoying this uninterrupted time together. With each crack of thunder, you scoot closer bracing for the next boom. Eventually, the herbal therapy and rain creative this tension in the air, and you form that famous evil smirk on your face warning me you are up to no good.