A Lullaby in White Lace

My fingers trace the intricate patterns of lace, each thread a tiny poem written against my skin. Here, where the mountains meet the sea like two lovers sharing a sigh, I finally find the room to breathe. The city is still out there—a cacophony of steel and neon—but right now, it feels like a dream from another life.
I close my eyes and let the sunlight wrap around me like a warm silk scarf. It’s healing, this quietude. I can hear the water lapping against the shore, a rhythmic heartbeat that syncs with mine. They say love is a destination, but for me, it feels more like this: the stillness between two breaths, the way my heart flutters when I imagine his hand finding mine under this golden haze.
I’m not just standing by the water; I am becoming part of it. Every ripple carries away a worry, every breeze carries back a whisper of belonging. If you were here with me, we wouldn't need words. We would just let our shadows dance on the stone path, two souls anchored in a single, shimmering moment of peace.

Editor: Coco