Sunrise. Unfamiliar sheets, but a familiar weight on my shoulder. Her scent is all over the room.
Wow. Not many people wake up simply to realize that their dreams are actually their reality.
Gently nudge myself from under her. Little creeks as I tip toe out of the room barefoot in my PJs.
Brew some coffee. Toast some bread. Grab one of the flowers from the bouquet from last night and put it in a smaller vase. Place everything onto a tray and leave it on her desk.
Tear a page from the Moleskine: "Good morning beautiful. I'm off to work. Enjoy your day, and breakfast. Love, Izra"
Shower. Shave. Iron the shirt and knot the tie.
Kiss her on the forehead. Lock the door behind me.
How I miss those perfect mornings.
that was kind of a lot to handle man...but I like the honesty behind it
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