The soft orange glow keeps his exposed calves warm
Legs dangling outside the blanket and off the bed
Your rough hands stretched out like a sunbathing cat
Blonde hair tangled around the loose hairband
For a second I feel claustrophobic in my early morning nerves
But your arms are warm
Both of your arms are warm
Like my own personal towers of protection
Animalistic instincts warning me of potential danger
My lungs clear and my heartbeat slows to contentment
As I remind my instincts about safety in numbers
And the harmony of tired breathing
He rolls into the modest sunbeams with a sigh
Here I count early morning possibilities like seconds