​Sunday Morning

It’s been very difficult waking up without opening my eyes. Knowing what I’m going to see is too great of a temptation for my brain to ignore. Today, however, I’m aware of the light yellow, orange, and red glow that cover my eyelids as the light hits them.

My nose notices you first, the faint smell of the strawberries you had late last night still lingers on the bed. As unperceivable as it may seem, the sound of your breathing can still be heard by my ears. Its presence confirmed by the tiny movements the mattress makes as you breathe.

I open my eyes, I’m lucky that you chose to sleep facing me, perhaps you turned around in the middle of the night, but you managed to make your way back and are sleeping peacefully on your side. The glow of the light hitting the blinds and curtains provide you a background that accents the white bra and panties you went to sleep in.

I take in the sight of you, nothing is perfect, but this moment comes close; as close as any person can hope to come to the sun without bursting into flames. If that was the price to be paid for living in this moment a little bit longer I would gladly pay it.

Life isn’t so brutal though, it’s been rather wonderful ever since I became aware of your existence. It’s been nothing short of paradise since being able to wake up next to you; every day waking up next to you is heaven, there’s something about Sunday though, and the complete and utter bliss this morning brings me.