The sounds. The slipping of clothes, rummaging through things, fussing of the hair, little footsteps, the way I can smell that person moving around me. All the while rolling around the bed, tangling with blankets, watching them prepare for the day.
And of course my favorite; the sweet little I'll-see-you-later kiss. Then I watch them walk out the door, take in the silence, toss and turn, then try to fall back asleep listening to the same sounds I just heard in my head.
But I always hate waking back up, and realizing I'm alone. Especially when it's not my own house. Because then I have to get up...and walk back to my own home.
And of course my favorite; the sweet little I'll-see-you-later kiss. Then I watch them walk out the door, take in the silence, toss and turn, then try to fall back asleep listening to the same sounds I just heard in my head.
But I always hate waking back up, and realizing I'm alone. Especially when it's not my own house. Because then I have to get up...and walk back to my own home.
