A/N: Hi there! Long time no see.
First and foremost I'd like to apologize to the people who
read this... compilation. [It really isn't a blog... I suppose. It's more
of a collection of my stories]. Second, I don't think I'd be writing
frequently anymore unless, like, it's summer or something... which is just
a month away.
Also, this is just some short, sweet little drabble I've
concocted during my three-hour Botany class [where my professor isn't really a
professor, just some nurse the school picked up].
Anyway, enough talk. On to the drabble! .-.
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“Why is the
sky blue?”
I raise my
hand, reaching for one of the cotton-candy clouds floating above our heads. The
shade of the tree does well to block the sun out of our faces, brightness
glimmering through windows between the leaves.
“What?”
I sigh and
repeat the question. “Why is the sky blue?” She shifts from her current
position, rolling over to lay beside me. She wraps her arm around my waist,
giving a light peck on my cheek.
“How should I
know?” she says, her mouth opening up as a yawn threatens to spill out.
“Of course you
don’t,” I reply teasingly, rolling as well to face her.
“Oh yeah?” Her
eyes move to squint at me, her mouth forming a small pout. I bite my lip to
stop a laugh, yet a soft giggle still escapes me. I can tell she’s thinking of
a question similar to mine and, by the way she’s pouting, she’s having a hard
time.
“Why is water
tasteless?” I say. She lets out a high squeak and I laugh.
“You stole my
question!”
I kiss her
forehead, another soft chuckle escaping my throat. She’s so cute. I feel her
hand turn into a fist, crumpling my shirt in the process. She buries her face
in the crook of my neck, taking a deep breath in.
“I have a
question for you,” she says, and the innocence in her voice elicits a smile to
form on my lips.
“Okay. What is
it?”
And her voice
comes out in a whisper that I almost don’t hear, the spell of sleep thick in
her voice as she says, “Why do you love me?”
The question
catches me off guard. I pull her closer, burying my face in her strawberry-scented
hair. The words I say come out in a whisper as well, “The same reason why the
sky is blue and water is tasteless.”
“Why?” She
yawns. I feel her hot breath tickle my skin.
“Because God made it so.”
