Sure thing

My earliest memory

Her hair flowed over from the pillow onto the side of the bed like a waterfall of amber waves.
If I reach out I can feel the heartbeat at the nape of her neck.
Soothing shallow breathing lulls me to into a lazy stupor as my bottle rolls onto the floor and spills slightly. I move to retrieve it but alas the safety of the crook of your arm warms me and there is no worry.
We revolve with the world our little bubble, impenetrable. Free from the distractions of our tumultuous adventures together.
Reveling in the bliss of your comfort before I have to share your smile with the world. I recollect these memories blissfully and if only for a moment all is right in the world...