Lady Bird

We ride deep into the countryside until we find a meadow decorated with thousands of wildflowers in pastel hues of pink, blue, orange, purples, and yellow. Long, dry grass waves at us, beckoning us to lay down our cliche gingham blanket and cuddle up between their sun-soaked stems.  

As I sit down, I feel his gaze taking me in. My hair falls around my shoulders slightly glistening with a glaze of sweat after our bike ride. The simple white cotton sundress I wore bunches up around my thighs as I sit down, and I notice his eyes fall on them. With a cheeky smile on my face, my blue eyes gaze back at him, wearing denim dungarees and a plain striped t-shirt underneath. 

He settles down next to me and swings one of his freckled, sun-kissed arms around my shoulders, while the other reaches into his rear jean pocket, gesturing toward me, his fingers wound into a fist to hide the treasure in his palm.

I laugh as I unfold his hand, revealing a perfectly rolled joint; the floral smell feels perfect in nature. I take it from him and place it between my lips. He brings his lighter to the joint, setting it alight with a wicked smile that sends my thighs up in flames. 

I inhale deeply, delighting in the extra warmth it brings my body and mind. I pass it over to him after, enjoying this shared moment. 

“How is it?” He asks. 

“Try it for yourself!” I respond with a laugh. 

“Alright bossyboots!” He responds before taking a long smoke. He puts it down and turns to me, his eyes closed, in total bliss.

“I feel so… perfectly...real.”

Although I understand what he means, these were the kind of quotes that I love to tease him for. He sees himself as a modern-day Jeff Beck, some kind of heart-aching poet, though lacking the heartache, the struggle, and the poetic talent. I suppose a small piece of me resents this about him and wants to brush past it.

Climbing onto his lap, I grab his face in my hands, him now frowning at my reaction to his ‘deep thoughts.’ “Oh...so perfectly...real!” I mimic with a giggle, pushing myself against him as I kiss his cheek gently. 

As his eyes meet mine, he already knows what I want. His frown turns back to that wicked smile spreading from his lips to the twinkles in his golden eyes. He’s ready to play, too.

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