A Collection of Short Stories

A Wonderful Morning

I've never been a fan of the idea of waking up really late in the morning to go downstairs or to the kitchen and find your significant other making you breakfast. It's nice, but there are much nicer things. Like, for example, waking up after getting in late the night before and crashing as soon as you got home to your face buried in his chest and his arms wrapped around you, your head nestled right under his chin. The soft, warm sunlight gently filling the room from behind the curtains. Just laying there for what seems like ages because getting up instead of staying here and breathing in the smell of his cologne from the shirt that never got changed out of and listening to his heartbeat right under your ear and just laying in his arms seems like a crime. Just laying there in your half-asleep splendor, thinking of all the tiny little moments with him weeks ago and even months ago where you couldn't stop smiling at the thought of him being yours. Thinking of all the stupid things he did to make you laugh, and the stupid things you did to make him laugh, and how amazingly lucky you are to be laying in his arms right then, waiting for him to wake up and brush your hair out of your face. I can't imagine anything more perfect.