As of late, most of my playlist has consisted of Lauv’s songs. His melodic beats, dreamy lyrics, and soft voice give me all the feels. That is why I chose his song “I Like Me Better” as the inspiration for this week’s Spark Prompts.
If you have never heard the song before, you can listen to it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7fzkqLozwA
Rolling over in bed, he reached out for her. A frown folded his lips when his hand met the vacant spot next to him. With a heavy sigh, he sat up in bed. The heat of the afternoon warmed the room, the stench of his soiled clothes stacked in the corner waiting to be washed violating his nostrils. He grasped the pillow next to him and pressed it into his nose. Hints of strawberry and mint refreshed his senses. He shivered as his spine tingled. Her scent lingered, traces of her presence taunting him as placed the pillow back. His eyed the clock, its digital numbers screaming for him to start his day.
Kicking his feet over the side of his bed, he recalled all the events from the night before. Her joyful laughter echoed in his mind, cracking his lips into a wide smile. Whenever he was saddened by life’s obligations, she reminded him to live in the moment. Like stranded on an island, her kisses were salt water, quenchable but leaving him to crave another.
Scratching his head, his feet shuffled against the wooden planks. The rush of a headache stung his sinuses, aftereffects of a night of drinking settling in. Flicking on the bathroom light, he shielded his eyes and cursed under his breath. His groans echoed in the room as he grasped the edge of the sink. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he dared to look into the mirror.
It was then he saw her.
She twirled the ends of his mahogany hair between her slender fingers. Leaning into him, she rubbed her forehead against his chin, streaks of red emerged on the surface after being scraped by his stubble. But as he turned to embrace her, she was gone.
Her name rang in his ears. Peering at his reflection, he pursed his lips. His arms longed to be tangled up in her. Instead, they hung by his sides as his shoulders slumped forward. Without her by his side, his world was dark. He didn’t know what it was to live before meeting her.
Grabbing his toothbrush, he reminded himself that she’d call him stupid for not going to work. Her spirit was free, but her reasoning kept her grounded. She urged him to hang in there for a little while longer. Her promises of them being together again lifted his spirits. Jamming the toothbrush into his mouth, he hummed as he got ready for the day.
With a fresh pair of jeans and a button-up shirt, he took one last glimpse of himself. A few swipes of his oiled hair readjusted his spiked hair. He grabbed his jacket and slid it over himself before noticing the folded paper on top of his nightstand.
Big, bold letters of his name printed on the off-white paper. He rushed over and swiped the letter. Unfolding its edges, he smoothed the crinkles of delicate text. Sprinkled with miniature hearts was a message for his eyes only.
I like me better when I’m with you.
His chest expanded as his heart swelled like a balloon. She wanted him to know that she was thinking of him, going out of her way to instill that message into him at he started his day. Folding the paper back up, he wedged it into the inside pocket of his jacket. Tapping the concealed note against his chest, he hurried to work to busy himself until he saw her again.
Until next post,