Morning Meanders
I woke up this morning yearning for something. With the slight flutter of my coffee eyes, I turned. Nothing.
For some reason, I was expecting more than just an empty pillow and untouched covers. Part of me wanted to get up, even when that little voice inside kept telling me to turn back around.
It was the usual: put the coffee to brew, jump in the shower, put a towel on, pour a cup of coffee, then get dressed while I drank my cup of coffee.
In doing my daily routine, I couldn’t help but to feel your absence, your soft lips on my shoulders as I poured my coffee; I couldn’t help but to hear your voice inviting yourself into my shower, sneaking a wet kiss onto my neck.
I woke up this morning yearning for someone. With the slight flutter of my coffee eyes, I turned. Nothing.
