Morning Glory

The early autumn morning makes its way into my awareness as I am urged into wakefulness by my sweetheart. 

I open one eye and peek at the clock.  6 a.m.!

"It's too early!" I protest into my pillow.

The sunlight peeks weakly through the shutters, paler each day as the hemisphere draws closer to winter.

It's chilly in the room; I left the heater off last night. 

The covers are warm, along with my Beloved's embrace.

He spoons me, stroking my hair and kissing my neck.

"It's Sunday," he croons, "We can sleep later."

"Mmph!" I counter.

"'Love you," he whispers, teeth gently tugging my earlobe, his warm breath playing across my ear.

I smile, knowing that I'm loved.

I turn into his embrace, arms, legs, and tongues entwining.

We revel in the glory of morning and begin to doze lightly, cocooned in each other's arms.

"'Love you," he murmurs, his warm words settling gently into my heart.

I snuggle more deeply under his chin.

Morning glories bloom in my garden, regardless of season.