A hint of sun, where the window shades meet
I hear you roll over and wrestle the sheets
Your hands find my body, warm from sleep
All that I know is you’re going to leave
You linger briefly, before you get up
I will you there longer, without any luck
You go brush your teeth and slip on your jeans
The next thing I hear is the coffee machine
An eternity later, you lean over the bed
And finally brush your lips against my head
You try not to wake me, you do try your best
While I am amused you think I’m still getting rest
Author: Hannah Reed
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: Lover of live music, rain, and handwritten notes. Currently in Arizona, but can’t seem to stay in one place for long.
Link to social media: Instagram @hannahreed
