I feel him move
beside me and my eyes open, inviting in rays of sunlight. My pillow smells like sleep and that’s where I’d much
rather be. He shakes me and I groan, wrapping myself and the blankets into the fetal position while squinting my eyes closed.
His pushes become
more persistent and I give in, stretching out. I look at him and kick away the blankets. He just shakes his head and I know
that he’s thinking something about me that only he could find amusing.
He leaves the bed and I stare at the ceiling. I consider going back to sleep, but I
know he’ll be back soon. Instead, I watch the ceiling fan spin as the smell of eggs and toast fill the room.
