Warmth from the morning sun
Caresses my face
I feel the heat
And turn toward it
A solid form presses against me
Arms encompass me
And fingers trace down my spine
I refuse to open my eyes
This can't be real
He can't still be here
A soft breath brushes my neck
Velvet lips nuzzle my cheek
My mouth reciprocates
Finding tender flesh
My eyes crack open
His smile meets my gaze
Three words float through the air
"Good morning beautiful"
It wasn't a dream

 © Gwenyth Love 2005