Saturday Morning

I think the best thing in the world would be to lay in bed with you, watching you sleep as the early morning sunrays start creeping in through the windows… You, as close to you as I ever see, makeup washed away, lovely hair a bit tangled from the love we made the night before. Those perfect sea greens slowly opening as you give me the cutest, tiniest tired smile, and the cutest, tiniest sweetly whispered “g'mornin'”. And I'd kiss you before telling you to go back to sleep… shh, it's Saturday, my love, and we've got nothin' to do today but be together… then quietly sneak out to the kitchen to make your coffee, just exactly how you like it. But then I'd remember my own advice and leave the coffee on the counter to get cold — that's ok, I'll drink that one and make you another one later — before climbing back under the covers with you, wrapping you up in my arms, and drifting back to sleep with your head on my chest and your hair tickling my nose…

Mmmm… Saturday mornings are going to be the best, my love. Can't wait.

Yours.