Day-Dream-Day

My eyes open slowly
and at first,
I don’t know where I am.

The smile in my heart
slowly creeps onto my face
as i smell the warm scent of you
on the sheets.

My first thought…
I run my hand softly down
your skin
and as my hand begins to rise,
we lock eyes.

Cold sea water.
I’m floating on the surface
at sunrise.
A cool offshore breeze
and warm coffee
greets me on board.

Gently bobbing,
your windswept hair
painted on your face.
A soft hum rolls across your lips.

My day is almost complete
even though it has only just begun.

– Voltaire