Tomorrow

I wake up warm with you.

I sleepily kiss you, and intertwine my fingers with yours.

you whisper "good morning".

I try to stay in these moments.

I know they don't last.

The time I spend with you goes too quickly.

The alarm goes off and you press snooze for the second time.

I close my eyes and try to remember how your body feels against mine so I can think of this when we're apart.

The light coming through the blinds, the chilly air in the room. I can hear the rain from here.

You always make it a little harder to get up.

Until you mention breakfast.