Mornings with you

 Mornings with you

I wake up next to you,

the sun adds a golden tan to your arms and shoulder as it begins to pour through the window.

You stir and move away,

still dreaming about something that has you slightly disgruntled.

You pull the covers tight,

mumbling incoherent nonsense.

There's something unexplainably perfect about waking up next to you.

The way you mumble in your sleep with one leg out of the covers,

always.

The way your curls go wild with your dreams in the night.

The way you nest your head in the dip of my shoulder.

The way your sleepy hand searches for mine occasionally,

just in case I've moved,

just to make sure I'm still there.

There's something about the first few hours of our mornings together that makes everything else disappear.

The silence of the early morning, 

and your soft,

slow,

breathing,

both give me a sense of peace I can't find anywhere else.

(for rob: I love you always and forever)