Morning Routines

Morning routines;

With the sun rose his face bright filled with delight. I saw not one but two faces- one of my sun and the other of a celestial body. If waking up to a loved one felt this warm, then I was ready to do it for the rest of my life.

His face beamed with joy and shone with hope. His body filled with positivity and shivered with love. I hadn't seen a better morning in my life.

All my laziness disappeared and my pain felt powerless in front of this figure that embodied sacred joy and untouched blessings that made him. Maybe it was all in my head or lack of sleep- but I saw what I saw.

And what I saw was no less magical. If this is what early mornings meant, then darn it sleep- I need you no more. Never thought I'd say those words but I felt them so strong that morning.

Maybe that was love for that boy.

Maybe.

 I caught myself staring at him more than the sun himself.

I noticed how his untrimmed beard stood up to the morning and his skin glowed with growing light. His unkempt hair so roughish, so charming. His fresh breath made me catch mine. His stiff body around my petite figure seemed to make the body armour.

I felt at home there. Coffee felt like an emotion from within and all the energy needed for the day I felt from that serene moment of sunrise. 

Maybe it was love for that boy I thought. Maybe.