i dont usually have time to revel in waking up in the morning next to a warm body. i dont have as much practice at that as you might think, america. sleeping alone is how we spend a third of our lives. plus i dont much like mornings in general anyway, with all that sunshine and other bullshit. for most people, mornings are usually associated with new beginnings and fresh starts. consequently, they are also the harbingers of regret and remorse, along with quick getaways and silent goodbyes.

so when she rolled over and put her arm around me at the first break of sunlight, it took me a little bit by surprise. i had almost forgot she stayed with me overnight, but a bottle of wine will make you almost forget about alot of things. like summer school and jobs

and her boyfriend.

shes breathtakingly gorgeous, to the point where i wondered how any man could ignore her on a saturday night to watch boxing or something like that. as soon as i caught my breath i told her so, whispering in her ear. she gave no response, of course. just a hand on the cheek and a slow kiss.

wow, havent been kissed like that in a while.

shut up and do it again.

she smiled.

the blinds on the windows in my room make nice wide slots with all the light that comes in. for a good part of the day most days, everything in the room is tiger striped gold and gray. and with the movements in the bedroom the stripes move, flowing over everything in a soft glow. even a beautiful statuesque body that just so happened to be naked.

she walked to the bathroom, and she walked back and got into bed again, and ever second of every minute that the light of the morning shone on her i laid there and stared with my jaw and my eyes wide open.

i could get used to this morning thing.

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