Of Mornings filled with love..

I think of those mornings...
While i lie, tangled in sheets, sprawled across the bed in the early hours of the day...
And i hear you. I hear you bustling around in the kitchen. Doing this and that. trying to be quiet, to not wake me up.
I hear the boy walking around you. Sniffing here and there. Tripping you once in a while.
I hear as you open the door and take the milk and paper back to the kitchen.
I smell the coffee even as you put a spoonful in my cup. I hear you stir.
I hear you yell softly, and shut the boy so YOU can be the one waking me up.
I hear you come walking softly, believing in your own world, that I'm fast asleep. I pretend to be.
Nothing seems precious enough to even compare to those minutes i lay in bed listening impatiently, waiting for you to come wake me up.
Nothing makes me happier. Nothing's more peaceful. Than the image of you kissing me good morning first thing in the morning.
And I know, without the shadow of a doubt, that you are what i want, what i will always want, for the rest of the days i wake up...