A rustle of the sheets wakes me up.
It’s well before dawn.
I turn around to see you awake, looking at me.
Smiling lazily, I pull you close.
You plug in your earphones and pass one to me.
We lie there, listening to Jack Johnson.
But I’m not really listening.
You’ve taken over my senses.
The cadence of your breath dims out the guitars in the background.
Sleep takes over and your eyes fight a losing battle.
You snuggle in my warmth and with a parting kiss,you surrender.
I lie there taking you in, guitars strumming and all.
Not a word was spoken, but a lot was said.