The sun shines through the curtains but I know it’s a cold day.
However, the warmth I feel snuggled up beside him, takes the cold away.
I look at him, as he sleeps, feeling great.
It’s been a long time since I’ve slept in on Sunday morning.
My body clocks awake but I lie here inactive.
I want to cook, clean but feel inadequate.
I don’t want him to rise because he looks so at peace.
We both have no need to rush on this Sunday morning.
Usually, I’m gone before the sun has risen.
Not wanting to outstay my welcome.
But things are different now I envision.
This is the first of many Sunday mornings.