Breath

One last look at the jury in front of you, one last overrun of the topic in your head and you take a breath. It's about to start...
Finally you have finished, everything is over, you did a very good job, proud is all over you. You sigh, but you are not happy. Just really tired...
The breath of yours get deeper and deeper as you are heading for the final turn, knowing that she is waiting for you at the other side of the corner. Heart is banging heavily...
Legs are shaking, sweat is cold, muscles are stucked, but no, it was only a bad joke. They know nothing. Breath. Relief...
5 o'clock in the morning the sky has a new promising color for the coming day, birds started their opera, wind is awakening to sign the rise of the sun. And you are sleeping next to me. The sweetest breath is yours.

Photo: I listen to that song again by Aurelie91