Jul 9, 2018
It’s early morning. I know this without looking at the clock, because the birds have not woken up yet. There is a wash of that grayish light pouring in through the window. We are under blankets, warm and content. I feel her stir next to me, and I smile. It is the time for sleepy eyes and soft kisses. Our faces are bathed in that soft light as we fall in and out of sleep, pressed together. Everything feels right with the world. Everything is quiet except for our breathing.