Coffee stains pooling beneath my tired eyes
Small bruises flourishing along my chest
The taste of ***** still in my mouth
Or maybe the taste of your lips

Stretching my arms out to my side
Yawning as the sun waves goodmorning
Peaking in from my window
Pooling out onto my floor

Resting against the cool metal of my bed
The cold iron against my bare back
Blanket pulled up and tucked under my arms
I pull my knees up to my chest

Just enjoying the silence of the morning
Enjoying the memories