coffeelove

I'm sleepy, it is early morning and the sun is shining in, illuminating the room. A ray of light sweeps over my face and I slowly start to wake up.
It's warm and comfortable under the cover, half sleeping I curl my toes and purr happily.
Maybe I'm yawning and stretching a little, rolling around in bed. The noises from the kitchen tells me you are awake. I hear the hissing from the frying pan, from inside the bedroom it almost sounds like rain. I start to dream about waterfalls, hummingbirds, giant trees. The whirr of the fan makes me imagine I am in the desert, only the wind to cool my body.
Have you made coffee? Are you an addict like I am?

I turn over so I lay on my stomach, wrapping my arms around my pillow, drifting in and out of dreams.
The door creaks open and as I feel myself tilting to one side I know you are climbing into bed with me.
Lifting the covers you slide on top of me, your cool skin pressed against mine, still warm. Nerves still waking up.
Making every touch, your breath on my skin, everything, it feels ten times more intense.
Pushing my hair aside, kissing the nape of my neck you murmur that breakfast is served. Perhaps you are a little worried that your weight is too much because you attempt to move off of me, only to hear me moan unhappily.

Stay.

I don't care how much you weigh. You could be three times my weight. I love you on top of me like this.
You caressing my arms, trailing your fingers down my back or simply just laying there.
I feel so safe.
Protected.
Like no one can hurt me as long as I am with you.

Slipping your arms underneath me, cupping my breasts, there is no arousal involved, just the pleasure of touching.
Of being close.
I hardly protest as you successfully slip out of bed, I am left cold and shivering.
And now I have no choice. It is time to wake up.

Good morning love.