I have written before about the intimate moments laying in bed with my husband in the morning (see Early), there's something about the warmth and intimacy of foggy brained cuddling in the morning. We've been married almost 20 years and I've been with him my entire adult life. The nights and mornings we're apart get more and more difficult. Sleeping patterns are off, the bed feels different, and we miss the warmth of each other's bodies as we fall asleep and as we awaken. As strong and independent of a woman as I believe myself to be, I still relish the warmth and security of being in my husband's arms. Especially at the early hours of the morning, when we are shielded from the hustle of the day ahead.
on a cool winter's morning
I resist the reflex to open my eyes
and wish away the dawn with every passing snooze
My legs, entangled with his and the sheets
restrain me from the call of the day
My face, his chest, our embrace
I draw strength with each additional minute
Like a charging station
Wrapped up in his arms I draw energy
I have light, I have power, I have music
And he releases me into the day
I will shine
I will create
I will sing
And I will return again
to my love
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