Good morning.

I wish.

The pillow creases on your face, highlighted as the sun spills through the gaps in the blind. Your hair, it’s messy and it’s beckoning me to run my fingers through it and roll it over my fingertips. The way your lips begin to curl. Your good morning smile and it’s mine. You open your eyes and it’s that same sleepy look, that look no one else gets to see but me. Every morning I effortlessly fall in love with you all over again.