Good morning my love.
I am here, staring out the window, as the sun shines through. The bright sunlight, the soft white clouds. I can hear the birds singing through my open window, as the cats sit on their seats and chirp at the birds, as if talking to them.
I pull the fuzzy blanket back over me and close my eyes. I don't want to get up. I want to stay here, listening to the birds, as the house is still quiet and relatively dark.
It's a good morning, but I still don't want to get up.
If you were here beside me, I wouldn't have a reason to get out of bed. I would roll over and snuggle against your warm body, as your strong arms pull me close and hold me against you. My head resting on your chest, listening to your heart beat, listening to your breathing,