I felt a small path of warmth start to spread along my arm. It lulled me away from a drifty pleasant
sleep and I opened my eyes slow like testing brightness and not wanting too much at once. Enough to see a little sliver of pillow and arm with slice of
sun traced on it emerging from under some
blanket. Further past was a pointy shoulder and some back. The little things in view swam around between each other for a while before it was time to sort out the pieces of last night. Slowly it came together and for a while it was nice to feel small parts sun and keep a slender view of the world that extended no further than the edge of the bed.
I reached out with my hand, moving the sun along it while tracing
bump bump bump my finger down his spine. I scratched lightly and soft movements said he had been sort of awake lying quiet for a while too. I scratched harder in long sweeps from top to bottom with little pink tracks left all the way lasting. Happy barely audible
cooing sounds. I smoothed over everything flat palm and finger slow circles. It is important to know what good things to do, and the order they go in. Tracing a particular shape now forefinger on smooth skin.
I
gentle nod of shaggy black shiney specks of sun hair
A..M
more just barely nod
A
moves yes
W..O..M..B..A..T
quiet long i am not sure thinking pause
Then he rolls over springs quickly and is looking down with shaggy hair crown, smiles, and two shoulders.
you arent a wombat silly. But
I am no answers and only shakes of a head yes. Incredulous
just dare me to make us laugh until it hurts (
and we stop to find ourselves in funny spin around positions afterwards) eyes. He leans down to
whisper something in my ear, I am too busy burying my head in soft
nook of shoulder neck and coarse strands.
It will be morning splendid,
forever.