This is a story about me [m, 25] and my wife [f, 23] on a recent Sunday morning. We wrote it in the present tense and in first person so it would be more relatable to our fellow Redditors. We've haunted this sub for a while, but this is our first post!
It's a Sunday. We've been looking forward to today for six weeks because we're going to see a show in the city, an early anniversary gift to ourselves. We haven't been to too many theater productions before, so it's exciting to be doing something out of the ordinary. We're giddy to get going but not excited enough to get out of bed. It's a crystal clear morning and at 6:55am the sky is just barely starting to turn from midnight blue to pink and orange. The light brushes through the shutters of our bedroom and casts such a relaxing and enchanting aura over the bed that we find it difficult to pull ourselves out of bed most days. At night the house cools down to a temperature that encourages cuddling. Almost every morning we wake up only half way, enough to blindly fumble through the covers, find each other, remove all the space between us, and fall asleep again. Our down comforter and each other's comfort is far more enticing than getting out of bed and getting dressed.