Morning

I hate leaving the warmth and safety of your arms. Every time, I curse the alarm for letting it be morning already. This morning when I stretched over to silence the alarm for another five minutes, you circled me with your arms. You held me close and sleepily mumbled, ‘no, don’t leave me’. I smiled and mumbled a soft ‘okay’ as I settled into the warmth and safety of your arms.

-Minna Von Walden


 

 

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