Jack Scoresby

The morning air was cool, but not unpleasant, and dew covered the grass all around us. You were naked, laying next to me on the hill overlooking the woods. You rolled lazily in the grass while stray blades stuck to your body. My head rested on our pile of clothes. The sun fought behind the clouds and fog, casting our world in a soft grey mist that faded the trees into nothingness and left us totally alone. You smiled at me, and I believed that the teeth you showed and the angle of your lips said “I love you”. Our eyes met, and then you rolled away from me, your soft ivory skin in contrast to the sharp dark grass that I envied.