mornings like this (Patreon)

the smell of coffee reaches me first, but i’m still somewhere between sleep and waking. i hear you moving, feel the bed dip as you crawl back in beside me, your body warm against mine. i should wake up, but between the jet lag and the time change, my body refuses. you don’t seem to mind. you just press closer, set the mugs down, coil yourself around me like you have no plans of letting me sleep much longer. i groan, bury my face against you, but the coffee’s there, and so are you, and little by little, i start to wake up. no plans, nothing pulling us away, just time. you shift against me, settle in like you’re not going anywhere. my arms tighten around you, my mind finally waking up.