Morning

Morning

 

The sun is tapping on the window

It wants to wake us up.

My eyes have barely opened,

And I can just make out the lines of your cheekbone…

And your golden lashes are so still.

I do not wish to wake you,

I cannot help myself…

I pounce

And I find myself staring into your blue…

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