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.
gentle nod of shaggy black shiney specks of sun hair
more just barely nod
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