It was one of those warm July mornings, as the sun began to rise and peek through the windows filling the room with rays of sunlight. In the early morning hours before the world awakes. Curled up, feeling the closeness and warmth of your soul next to mine, not yet fully awake hoping it's reality and not just a vanashing dream. Quite, Laying in the stillness of the morning, allowing my eyelids to slowly open as if not wanting the dream to fade, still unsure, if it's real or just my vivid imagination playing tricks on me.
Turning my face inward feeling the warmth of your skin against my face slowly inhaling the sweet musky scent of what I know so well, feeling your arms embrace. I'm safe, it's not a dream, it's reality and only now can I open my eyes for being in that dream state is no longer a requirement for the peaceful stillness I so crave and desire.
Somewhere along this road a certain peacefulness has been found. The longing of the sternful, leading, guiding, protecting hand...all of which, one is drawn to...and finds much comfort in.
Good morning....would you like some coffee...yes...and what better way to begin a sweet beautiful warm sunshine filled summer day.
"Appreciate her strength, cherish her mind, recognize her pain, understand her fears, admire her will and treasure her submission"
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