The phone hums, a door closes, light seeps in through the bedroom window, a bad dream meets its end. Something or other alerts my mind early enough for it to know I’ve awoken much too early. What has rattled my conscious and why can’t I sleep longer, I wonder. Then I become aware of the sleeping body next to mine and soon conclude that I’d rather appreciate this view then return to sleep, anyway. I’d rather cuddle up to your warmth and soak in the cozy morning, bundling our bodies together between an abundance of jumbled pillows and soothing fabric. The ease of a soft sunrise and the sound of your light breathing. The quiet mornings remind me of why we trek through the busy mornings. There’s not much I’d rather do than wake up next to you and stay there. Taking in the air of a new day while the heated blanket warms both our resting skin and our restless hearts. Tracing lines on your back and twirling your hair around in softly drawn motions. It’s enough, and yet not as I anxiously await the first glimpse of your sleepy eyes when time comes for you to wake, too. It’s all I seem to wait for these days. The chance to look into those eyes and feel the comfort of them gazing back into mine. The sweet look of your love that I feel I’ll never deserve, but at the same time would rather die than give up its tiniest fragment. I’m afraid of a lot of things, but nothing drives more fear into my soul than imagining life without you in it. I hope you know regardless of what sadness and troubles we face, I’ll always be here to hold you through the tears, to love you through the anger, and to keep your warm on the quiet winter mornings.