Egyptian Cotton

Sun is shining into the room through the sheer curtains

Telling her to rise & shine, but it’s not time.

She turns over, squeezing her eyes tight.

The sun is hitting her skin just right –

She’s glowing.

Her hair,

The color of fresh coffee,

Is messy, draped around her face.

Her arms wrapped in silk,

Egyptian cotton,

Gently hugging her body.

She mirrors a goddess –

Hypnos, The Tired Beauty.

A breeze rolls in through the open window –

Her toes curl as she wraps herself tighter in the golden sheets.

You kiss her forehead, gazing at the face of the woman you call yours.

So peaceful.

She feels like home.

When she’s beside you, she radiates love

Even in her sleep.

The sun is shining into the room through the sheer curtains

Telling you to rise & shine, but it’s not time.

She turns over and squeezes you tight.

“Few more minutes”, she whispers, “before we start our day”,

“But my day has already begun”, you say, “in the most beautiful way.”