The Bucketful Love

"Not until I felt your sunshine,
Did I realize that I had been in the shade.
Not until I saw all your colors,
did I realize that mine had faded.
Not until I heard your dreams,
did I realize that I was still sleeping.
And not until I experienced my life with you,
did I realize that I was barely breathing."

Shree's Perspective

My phone cried on its verge breaking my sleep and I groped for it. Abhimanyu groaned in my neck and rubbed his nose against my shoulder; sleeping and I slid the pattern, picking up the call.
"Hello?" I asked groggily, removing myself from his arm cage