I counted the freckles in her face
and those proceeded down her neck,
the few remaining faded into her chest,
where the sun rarely shined.

The white linen she was covered with,
a stark contrast to her red hair,
rising slowly up and down,
I lay watching her breathing.

Eyes moving behind eyelids,
caught in the midst of a dream,
I know they are blue,
and I wonder what they see.

The golden sun breaches the window,
a ray directly in her eyes,
a sleepy sigh from her lips,
as she rolls to her other side.

I rise and move,
the coffee brews,
as we begin another day.
together.