“Good morning, sleepyhead” I say softly.
It’s Sunday and already 1 pm. You mumble something inaudible, roll over to your side, and nuzzle your back into my arms. I love this feeling. Your warm skin against mine, my arms wrapped around you and your neck up against my face. The sun is shining through the window, reflecting against the soft peach fuzz on your arms.
“Did you sleep well”?
Once again you mumble something incomprehensible, it’s first when I start to gently kiss your neck that I get a response. You turn around, not leaving the warmth of my embrace, and our noses touch. You are still having your eyes closed, looking so peaceful. I slowly lean in and kiss your forehead, moving my lips downwards, tracing your nose until I reach your lips. You open your eyes and look at me.
“Good morning, did you sleep well?”
You nod.
you “Did you dream anything nice?”
You nod once again with a bit of a smile.
“What did you dream?”
It took a few seconds before you replied.
“I actually had a sex dream”