It begins

Light is just beginning to seep into my room

It gives shape to furniture, Illuminates calendars on the walls, and faintly smears a trace of gold onto the brass of my bed.

Outside stirring birds are beginning to sing themselves awake with liquid voices.

I glance at the time on my phone. I do not check for mail although I desperately want to. But it is early. And anyway, messages will keep me awake.

I hope that you have written.

I feel my body stir and my heart yearn and I bury my head into the pillows with a sigh.

I begin to slide back into sleep. You are not there, but I feel you next to me. The heat of you. The scent of you. Your skin soft against my mine. I feel your back against my chest. 

You whisper something soft and beautiful but I hardly catch the words.

I feel you dissolving into me.

We are floating away,

My alarm sounds urgently.

My day begins.