The sweetest thought of early morning love is that of awakening to the sips of coffee he's brewed for you. A dash of coacoa and milk poured perfectly into a glass green mug. I escape the covers still asleep in dawn's light, but with the knowledge of his smile and kiss. My feet are heavy, but my heart is light as I drift beyond the hallaway and into the livingroom. The air greets me with the warming smell of roasted coffee beans. He does the same but with nothing more than his appearence. And seeing his eyes seeing my eyes is flawless for a sunrise event. Better things await between us, but this is simple. And sometimes simple, is simply the very best way to be.
