Warm

I woke from the crack of the sun peeking through my shade. As I opened my eyes I couldn’t help but feel betrayed by the dawn. His breath was barely audible through the sound of the rain and the wind. And I watched as the cross-eyed beauty gingerly tiptoed across the bed hopeful I would fill her bowl once again as he slowly turns on his side gracing his hand across my stomach then gripping me and pulling me close. Perhaps it was the tickle of her whiskers or maybe it was the rumble of her purr that momentarily stirred his slumber.

And for this moment it’s warm and I feel his breath against my neck and I smile.

And for this moment, there is only still. And even as minutes pass, the warm air emanating from the radiator is only occasionally rippled by the click of the metal. My blue-eyed girl now nestled in the crook of his knees. And as I lay here in this nest of cotton and feathers and fur, I can’t help but think of the sun as the mistress who will soon entice my lover away.

But for now we are here in the warmth of my room now awash in shades of pink. Our cheeks now kissed by the rays peering through the window as they begin to shine upon us. I hold my breath as if to hold time immobile hoping to have this last just a little bit longer.

And for this moment it’s tender as I feel his breath against my neck and I smile.