Sunday, August 5, 2018

MORNING JOY

I wake.
A slight breeze blows through the screen.
The fan whirs lightly above as birds are heard chirping outside.
I reach for the furry lump that is snuggled tightly against me.
I lift the cover.
The sweetest face emerges, looks at me with glowing love, and plants a kiss on my face.
I wouldn't trade this precious morning ritual for gold.

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