My Morning Routine

March 19, 2008
By Katie Morrissey, Cincinnati, OH

The room smelled of sunshine and crisp bed sheets. Slowly allowing my eyes to adjust to the brilliant light seeping through the windows, I glanced to the sleeping form next to me. His gruff, early-morning stubble stuck to his skin, flowing locks of gold framed his sleepy, broad face.
He was beautiful; he was mine.
The rhythmic beatings of my heart blared in my chest as I traced a finger along his sculpted jaw and neck. He truly was a masterpiece.
His tired form stirred as he rolled over, and soon I found myself tangled in strong arms. In a mumbling fashion, a delightful morning groan escaped his lip, “Good morning…my wife.”
As usual, my morning routine ended with a smile.

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