eight:am

i stay in bed a little too long
wiping sleep from the corners of my tired
puffy
eyes
i yawn.
and stretch and feel the sheets they cling to my sweaty skin. just the tiniest bit to remind me i am here, today. and it’s a different kind of warm,
okay,
i am here.

every morning brings me closer to another morning wrapped in sheets in your arms in bed, waking with a smile next to you.

we’ll always stay too long,
we’ll never stay quite long enough.

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