this morning-- your lips touched my cheek and bent to the curve of my neck. i smiled and rolled over to meet your lips with mine. soft, cold and peppermint. your green eyes saw into me and i knew id found my home. we unwillingly rolled out bed and i made you breakfast. you admired me as i walked around the kitchen, grabbing me to pull me onto your lap, causing part of your omelette to burn but you said you loved it.