Loving Morning

My lids open and ceiling comes in view. I take a deep breath and release. My body feels light once again, except my arm. Weight keeps it trapped. I turn my head slightly and notice his face. I pull my arm, careful not to wake him. He continues sleeping peacefully and unbothered.
His cheeks are a caramel with just a hint of pink if you look at them long enough. My eyes follow them to his slightly boxed jaw line. It's covered with tiny, curly hairs that take their path surrounding his lips, full and pink. They twitch from a dream. They draw me to his nose, just like his cheeks, have a hint of pink. It's big, but not enough to draw attention from his other features. His bridge opens up to a slender forehead and thick eyebrows.
My eyes find their way to one of my favorite features about him. Well, two. His eyes: long lashes coming out of a small line of a closed lid. Tiny creases lay under his eye and movement dances under his eyelids. I compare the two, noticing a small cut under his right eye, telling me that even perfection is imperfect. I place fingertips on his beard, dragging them up to his ear, waiting for his reaction. He moans slightly before pulling his face closer to my hand. His eyes open slightly, but not enough for me to see in them. His lips brush my wrist. I stroke my thumb on his beard. “Did you sleep well?” his deep, raspy voice glides out of the silence. I don't say anything. His eyes open to look at me. Light brown spheres with gold halos stare at me. “Yes”.
I examine his face all over again. “Have I ever told you that you look like Drake a little bit?” A smile forms on his face and a laugh follows. His happiness makes me smile. His eyes close. “You're so random”: his favorite phrase for me.
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I reach at the night stand behind me for my glasses. I feel the bed move and catch a glimpse of her dark legs quickly shuffling through the bathroom doorway. She's always trying to hide and run from me. She leaves the door open. I turn onto my back and look at the ceiling. She makes my life meaningful and I don't know what I'd do without her. I stretch my limbs in all directions.
Time slows down and I relax. Glancing at the doorway and I catch her hair fly back into the bathroom. ‘She was probably checking on me’ my mind wonders. I quietly creep toward the doorway. I see her at the sink, looking in her makeup bag. I know she hasn't noticed me, so I admire her beauty. I look as her legs shuffle, almost like she needs to use the bathroom. She wears a baggy shirt, probably mine. It hides everything, but you can tell she has curves on her short frame. Even though she is short, her arms look long as she reaches into the small bag. Her face and arms glow in the bathroom light and her hair comes down past her shoulders. It's not all hers, but she sports it like it is. It's dark and straight, only making her brown skin highlight. The bangs come down to her eyebrows. She looks in the mirror and rubs her eyes with her ring finger.
Her face crunches and stretches in a way I'm sure she doesn't even know about. I watch I watch her full lips open and close in concentration and her eyes go in all directions except mine. I walk over to her and hug her small body from behind. She gasps but relaxes. I rest my lips on her covered shoulder. She tries to act normal, going back to her bag. I look in the mirror, her eyes are down and her full lips are pulled slightly into a small smile. Her cheeks look rounder and her nose a little bigger than usual.
“You're so beautiful.”
She smiles a little bigger. “I love you” I say, watching her face. Her eyes flick up to my reflection, deep brown eyes lovingly glancing into my soul for a moment but quickly look back down. She makes a full and true smile. “I love you, too.”