Rain pattered gently against the windowpane. A typical wet and cloudy Portland day was ahead of us. Spring was gaining momentum, as we finished our first of many winters to come. The muted jewel toned walls kept the room dark and calm even as we woke from sleep.
Plants lining the walls, crowded for sacred window access. Fanned palms acting as privacy cover, allowing for the subdued natural light to illuminate our cozy, private bedroom.
The day had begun with our routine; he roused me with a gentle “Good morning, Goddess”, a kiss on my wrist, brushing the hair from my cheek. His lips, facial hair tickling me, moved up my arm, loving pecks all the way up. Massaging his fingers into my scalp, as I stretched myself, then my arms around him. Pulling him in close, our nude bodies fit together so perfectly. My legs wrapped up and over his hips, chilly toes on his thighs. They were cold, and he endured it, letting me warm myself against him.