Sunday Morning

The moon disappeared, along

with the night. The house was 

over come with a luminous light.

The birds began to sing, and in the

air lingered the smell of breakfasts

cooking.

My sleepiness never faded, but 

neither did my smile. My heart 

grew fonder of the morning, even

though there was a weather warning.

Torrential rain, the weather man muttered.

"Do you want one or two, 

would you like them buttered?" I

nodded at you, and you gave me 

a wink. You passed me my 

breakfast, and i dug in. You

kissed my forehead, and 

whispered to me, "Come back to

bed, sweetie."

Author's Note

Reviews

[Madalyn Beck]

I would LOVE to crawl back in bed right now. But, I'm not one for eating in bed. Hahaha! I'm a messy eater though! I love the imagery and the love of two in this piece. Beautiful. xo (:

[Brook]

I'm not either. I'm not a messy eater, but i know if i attempted to eat in bed it'd just go EVERYWHERE. Thank you, Madalyn xo

[Luna Zerimar]

This is lovely. (:

Good one.

[Brook]

Thank you, Jessica.

[Luna Zerimar]

You're welcome.

[Cory Barrett]

I'm ready to crawl back into bed and find what I left behind by just reading this.

[Brook]

Haha, go ahead! Thank you for reading.

[Laura Harrison]

I love the imagery in this piece, you have painted the scene perfectly. Sunday mornings in bed with the person you love are the best :)

[Brook]

Thank you, Laura! They definitely are.

[A. Amos]

Love your romantic soul and every single word pouring out from your heart

[Brook]

Thank you Amos.