The rising swept through our lightly sheeted window, gently warming my face. It nudged me awake with it's fragile touch. My back was toward him. The soft caressing sheets kept gnawing at me, beckoning back to the soft enchantment of sleep. I kept myself limp to undisturb the comfort of a good morning. The sun's soft rays gestured me from bed. I turned over, jolting myself from daydreams. I shook away the sleep, but didnt leave the bed we shared. I surveyed his habits of slumber, noting every irresistable movement. I couldnt help smiling to myself.

I imagined it like being at a musuem, where you could observe the beauty of the sculptures and the uniqueness of the paintings, but no matter how much you wanted could not touch them. You couldnt disturb their natural perfection. I found my hand reaching out to stroke the locks of his hair. He was past due a haircut, but quess it was one of those imperfection that kept things in perspective.

He smelled like a long night on the town. A night where the peering traffic and street lights zoomed pass in your excitement. I remembered the night. We went out dancing with a few friends, a few drinks. I remembered the laughs, the lights, excitement.

We wore that evenings attire to bed, too plastered to disrobe. Those sweet aromas of the night still remained. I left my inhibitions, gently popping his colar to inhale his mellowing cologne and how it had mixed with my perfume. The scent was strong. I enhaled so much of his overpowering aroma that my knees were likely to buckle.

....

I hurried to the restroom after clenching my bladder in attempt to stall, so that I could bask in the tranquility of the morning. I tiptoed, to avoid waking him, and conducted my bathroom sins. I went as cutsey as I could like one of those newlywed jokes where the lovers still act like they're dating. It didnt like contributing to the stereotype, but I felt like it would ruin the morning.

All sins completed I made my way to our bed.


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