Who would you like to talk to soon?

The sun sneaks glimpses of rays through the blinds as I rise. My pillows are stacked three, oftentimes I am sloping off. Only realizing it when I wake.

My eyes clear a bit more, as a soft thought rolls into my head. Kisses, mostly. I have kissed this man many times, but the thought provokes me and always will.

I surrender to my daydream, lying peacefully in my bed. I smile, something he’s done always makes me smile. Recalling his scent, the perfect baritone of his voice. His absolute need to hold my hand. His arms, especially. As if they were created to shelter me.

Then I will move from my bed, situate myself and my children for the day, as I await his morning text. It’s always the same thing, “Hey Cara Mia!”

And I always smile, from ear to ear.

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