Wake Up
I lay in bed in the cool silence of the morning. The rain had finally stopped but the birds were still hesitant in their usual chatter as they jumped from dripping branch to dripping branch. With my eyes still closed I listened, for a few moments, to the sound of his breathing and felt my arm on his chest gently rising and falling. As he woke up he pulled me closer He nuzzled my neck and greeted with the smile in his voice that never seems to drop.
“What do you want for breakfast?” he asked, his voice still rough from sleep, his eyes slightly lidded.
“Me? What do I want? Mmm what can I have?”
“Anything.”
“Anything?”
“What do you feel like?”
“Pancakes!”
“Then pancakes it is.”
We stay in bed for a few more minutes checking our e-mails, our feet curled together. He is so much better than the others. I think that I could get used to this.
