s i e s t a . | spain

A warmth surrounded your being, giving you a sense of comfort and security. A soft weight was placed upon you, waking you from your sleep. Your eyes fluttered open to the noon sun's light passing through the sheer curtains. A smell of cinnamon and coffee wafted through the air into your nostrils, making you more alert of the presence in the room beside your own. Turning over onto your left side, you looked up to see brown, curly locks gently surrounding a soft, tanned face. A giggle escaped your lips. It was Antonio.



    "You're late," you whispered as you snuggled yourself into your lover, wrapping your arms around his neck. You could hear a chuckle escape his lips as he embraced you into his arms. 



   "Disculpa, mi lucera*. The boss wanted to have lunch with everyone..." Antonio mumbled into your (length), (color) hair as he pulled you closer.



   Tilting your head up towards his face, you gave him a light peck on the lips. "As long as you're home for our siesta, mi cielo*."



   "Don't worry," He said as he snuggled his head into the crook of your neck. "I wouldn't miss these for the world." You could feel his lips curve into a smile against your skin.



   Ah, how the two of you loved these daily siestas. It let you get the extra rest you needed, giving you a boost, making you more alert and optimistic. Neither of you would know what to do if this regularity was taken from your days.



   His olive eyes shut closed. Within a moment, exhaustion and drowsiness overtook Antonio, putting him into a deep sleep. Soft snores rumbled through his throat, making a peaceful, light background noise.



   You smiled at your slumbering lover before slowly craning your neck around to peek at the clock on the bedside table. The time was 13:00. The two of you had about twenty minutes before you were off to work again. You let out a dispirited sigh, knowing by the time you were sleeping, you would only have a short time left to rest.



   'Well,' You thought, turning back into Antonio's embrace. 'I better make the most of it.' 



   "Soñaré contigo, mi amor,*" You quietly whispered, shutting your eyes and falling into a deep sleep with him.