Sunlight fills the room with a radiating glow, I groan in discontent. Not an unusual act on my behalf.
Without hesitation I turn to embrace you; you rise in my arms. I smile.
I succumb to the sun, to your warmth, and to the quiet stillness of the white walls that surround us.
I realize for the first time that I don't want to leave. That act of discontent is my body and mind responding to leaving your side. I lay still at the realization.
I plead for another minute, another hour? But time is greedy, and it devours every second like if it has never had a meal.
You rise, but I almost wish you wouldn't. I'm afraid time will take my sun.
If only I could hold back time for you my sun.