Sunday morning

[vaneramos]

I met Danny nine months ago, on July 4. Here is a little preview of my April batch for 100words.com, my entry for today.

Even after he climbs out of bed, I could lie all morning in the nimbus of his presence, feeling the shadow of the small of his back folding gently against my hip. I stretch across his sheets and feel the drug of happiness pressing like hazy sunlight around my brow, tugging me, luring me down into the sweet pool of dreams. A solitary voice beckons distantly, like a bird calling me to wake and take action. Every day counts, but some count best for savouring what sweet fruits may fall from the wind-rattled branches of life. Just a few minutes more.