The world begs of you to answer. Six in the morning comes so
soon and the wind whispers good morning as I tuck my elbows into my sides and
brave the world. My eyes take a while to unfurl and my ears patiently open. I
love mornings in the kitchen. I love being alone and waking my legs up by
moving between fridge, stove, and cutting board. I love paying close attention
to my hands chopping fruit and waking my arms up by beginning to knead bread.
Early mornings are when your kisses lay tucked in the crook
of my neck. My ears fill with your hot breath and the sounds of birds chirping.
Early mornings are hope and ripe and possibility. Early mornings are beginnings
and secrets and tousled and turned and dragged from sleep. Early mornings are
your legs wrapped in mine, your heart beating against my ear. Early mornings
are coffee and your arms wrapped around my belly, whispering happy day in my ear. Early mornings are my favorite and an
endless supply of creativity and possibility.
Your forearms fit my belly perfectly. They wrap around front
and your chin rests on my shoulder. Your hands clasp in front of my belly
button and you sway side to side. I look up and you look down and we don’t need
to say anything.
Right now, just for a little bit, time pauses and leaves us with a little longer to say, Hello.
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