Sunday nights and Monday mornings

I’ll miss sitting on my bed with you doing homework on a school night. Throwing our books and laptops to the side in frustration and picking up the tv remote or xbox controller instead.

Comforting me after a rough day. You’re the best at it. You are my safe person.

“Do you want to get under the covers?”

I’ll always love being woken up from a safe sleep because you wanted to pull me in for a hug. Your warm arms wrapping around my naked waist.

I’ll never sleep as well as I do when I’m naked next to you under piles of blankets. Our breath caressing the other’s cheeks.

Dragging ourselves out of bed in the late morning for pancakes. Taking an extra ten minutes for sweet kisses and last minute cuddles. This is love.

Adventures in the sex shop with you for the first time. Probably the last time. So many dildos. Not enough books. One old man looking at porn DVDs. One too many.

A start into your busy day back in your room. A pause. Turned around to look at me. Immediately joined me on your bed. Naps with you are the only kinds of naps for me.

I love you. I love how you love me.

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