Breakfast Club

There's a shiver at dawn, a little shimmer on the surface of reality.

The world is still silent, save for a murmur of breath by your side. Warmth of the covers, your lover's leg brushing up against yours. 

There's a beauty in stepping silently out of bed, putting water to boil while the sun rises - looking tenderly to a sleeping face amidst the covers.

Shared mornings are an invitation to take on the world together, just for a bit.

The potential alone electrifies me, exciting to the extreme.

There's temptation, before taking it on, to curl up and cuddle for a while. There's a beauty in breakfast in bed, jazz lazily floating through the air and fingertips dancing...

Just five more minutes