You were still sleeping when I woke up. I read a couple pages in my book, until I noticed you started to stir. I got up and made you a cup of coffee. As I sit down on the bed next to you, you open your eyes.
“Good morning, my pretty boy,” I say with a smile. Your hair is a mess, but I know mine is even worse. As you sit up I kiss you before handing you your cup of coffee.
“I’m going to take a shower.” You nod, still sleepy and tired. Before leaving the room I look back at you, but you don’t notice as you’re staring out the window.
There’s some unidentified sadness in your eyes as I return. You’ve finished your coffee, but still holding the cup and staring out the window.
I love your eyes, but my heart sinks when I see them filled with this sadness. I don’t know what causes it, what you’ve been through before I met you, but I ache to take it away, to make it better.