Imagine waking up next to you.

Imagine setting a coffee down next to you.

Imagine passing you your dressing gown.

Imagine finding you’ve gone back to sleep.

Imagine smiling at you, when you finally stumble through the door, eyes half closed, your hair a beautiful, tussled mess.

Imagine making you a coffee to replace the one you’ve forgotten, finding it so damn hard to wipe the grin off my face, as you slowly realise what planet we’re on.

Imagine the grateful look on your face as that first sip of the brown nectar of the gods passes your lips.

Imagine the grateful look on my face as this is the start of a day with you.

I am.

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