Petrichor

The whole night scented of petrichor.

I know this because after you fell asleep while complaining about how you couldn’t see the stars and the moon when you had me spooned in your arms after a long long time and I couldn’t just sleep because I didn’t want the moment to end, the night to slip away in something we just happened to do once in a while.

So, I stayed up the whole night breathing in the scent of petrichor and you; listening to the rhythmic beating of your heart and your slow breathing along with the sound of few grass insects.

The sky lightened up a few times and I saw your calm and peaceful face resting on my head, not allowing me to even look at you. The low rumble which followed then made me snuggle a little more.

I thought about whether the fragrance of petrichor was a coincidence or was just meant to be there today after a long, dry spell of separation of the water from the soil, just like us.

I saw the sky change its colors from grey to black to deep blue to violet to pink and heard the cuckoo coo, the parrots squealing in delight and the sparrows waking you up from what you said, the most coziest sleep ever.

The morning scented of petrichor.

We stayed in the same way breathing in the petrichor to its fullest when you asked when did I wake up?

I said, just when I knew what each morning should smell like.

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