It’s a random Sunday morning. Feeling you rustling around in the bed stirs me awake. You always wake up before me, and you know I like to sleep longer so you try not to disturb me. But you get bored easily and want my attention. Sometimes it bugs me but I love you for it anyways. It feels good knowing you want my company, plus it usually works out well for me.
I turn my head and look over my shoulder. The sun is bright, shining through the open blinds. You’re facing the window so I can’t see your face. I wonder if she’s actually awake or not. My eyes trace the silhouette of your body. Your long blonde hair is tied up in a bun, providing me a view of your slender neck. I love the way it feels to bury my face in it, and rub my lips from your earlobe down to your shoulders. The blanket is pulled down to your waist, you always hated having it up over your arms.