Good morning.

9/22/2011

As watery images start to fade a soft breeze slides through my hair and slowly repeats itself, lulling me to keep my eyes shut.

As I furl my eyebrows and try to remember where I am, a familiar sound starts to murmur, mixing easily with soft, repetitive thumps in my ear.

I gently trace small patterns with my hand, trying to picture what I felt.

My fingers slid over smooth, half cylinders and a gentle, curving edge.

Curiously, I open my eyes only to find blurry, dimly lit figures.

I fight to bring them into focus but I fail and reluctantly shut them once more.

A gentle touch tickles my cheek and I flinch in a bit of a surprise.

The touch suddenly turned firmer and I start to panic.

I open my mouth slightly but something suppresses my scream.

Something tender and gentle, then it was gone.

I fling open my eyes and my fright disappears.

Your face glistens in the light and it all comes back to me.

My hand on your chest, your leg draped over my waist, your luscious eyes gazing curiously into mine.

The murmurs once again fill my mind and I whisper, "Good morning, I love you too." and I surrender to your lips.