Imagine if a day began with you?
I'd construct it beautifully...a gentle, gradual awakening, perhaps a quiet departure from the mounds of covers and pillows (a debatable act for sure as the desire to pull you towards me would be overwhelming...)
...to start coffee, to start the sounds of morning with the hiss of the coffee pot, the sound of a spoon in a cup. A return to a darkened room to set the mug quietly beside you...a bit of a kiss and then back to the kitchen to create.
Your arrival with hair askew.
The just-beneath-the-covers warmth of you. The sense of your skin beneath bed clothes.
A sun just waking, just beginning to lighten...the day constructing itself while I think of ways to return you to a bed that we have deconstructed.
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