Spoil me …

You open your eyes slowly, the last remnants of a dream dancing behind your eyelids trying to coax you back into the best sleep you’ve had since we were last together. You feel me stir beside you and pull me in close. We lay entwined for a while in blissful silence. There’s no need for words when it feels this easy. Eventually coffee calls, and we order breakfast to the room, not yet ready to leave our glorious bubble.

I wear one of your shirts to answer the door, and you marvel at how a singular piece of clothing can look so exquisite. The light caresses my skin as I scurry back to the bed and bounce onto it, falling playfully into your open arms. Coffee can wait, you pull out a box to squeals of delight: “I saw this and thought of you…”