Locked at home.

I haven't opened my eyes yet. My mind is awake but my body still seems to levitate in another dimension.
I feel like I can't move but the truth is that I just don't want to.
I feel a soft breeze on my cheek and I feel his body close to mine.
He’s holding my waist like he was afraid that I’ll vanish by the end of this day.
And it’s Sunday. I’m aware of that. I know we were supposed to go there and do that…
But that rain stopped us. It locked us at home.
It should be morning but the sun is already going down.
On this attic that we call home…