[ WP ] Write a story about your favorite song . A character listening to it , adapting it for a clear narrative , whatever .

Imagining you waking up next to someone else in the morning, sharing those first few moments together when the sun starts to shine, killed me. I wondered if he does the things I used to do. Does he listen to you breathe at night, watching your chest slowly rising and falling? Does he leave soft sweet kisses on your eyelids, to gently wake you up? Does he sing to you while he makes you breakfast, while he sweetens your coffee, while he kisses you on that spot below your neck on the way out the door? 
 
 It's hard to think that someone else spends their day with you on their mind. That someone else may love you so much that it hurts. So much that through tears they choke out how much they love you. Someone else will spend their nights, on the bathroom floor, crying because you're leaving them too. 
 
 I could n't stay around. I could n't risk seeing you with someone else. My heart would n't handle it. I left, I thought you would stay behind. Your memory traveled with me though, everywhere I went. 
 
 That night, in Chicago, I'm sorry. I never would have wanted you to see me like that. You were all I had, and I lost you. I was afraid to live without you. I called you, and I sang to you, the same song I sang to you almost every morning. 
 
 `` You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.'' 
 
 You never picked up. 
 
 The next morning, I picked myself up from the bathroom floor. I left Chicago, and moved to California. I left you behind. Your ghost was not my companion, not my friend, not my lover, those days were gone. 
 
 In a field of red-tomatoes, where I finally found a job, I laid out in the field and stared into the sky after a long day. That's when I met her. She was crying, she was scared. Her big bright eyes reminded me of yours. Her father owned the fields, and felt he owned her too. She pulled me up from the grass when she finally saw him coming. He had broken her jaw, in hopes to break her spirit. 
 
 The next morning, we picked ourselves up and together we left. 
 We have been together since. 
 
 It's been years since I thought of you, I wonder if I would ever have thought of you again at all. Until I caught myself singing to her this morning, 
 
 `` You make me happy, when skies are gray.'' 
 
 
 
 
 

