Morning.
Her chest pulsates. Soft warm breaths breaking free from her lungs in perfect rhythm with her delicate heartbeat. When morning breaks, the sun illuminates her, every feature enhanced in the beams of light breaking through the window at the far end of the room. Eyes, closed, lips, pursed, she shares the look of the cliche Princess, a beauty unlike no other.
These ten minutes, between the moments when we wake, are what I love most. Getting to hold her, to look over her whilst she’s lying pushed against me, our fingers entwined. At perfect rest. This is what makes this all worth while, for those six hours of sleep, she’s mine and I’m hers.
