Morning

She wakes, seeing his sleeping form next to her. She rises to start the coffee. So early the sun was still sleeping. Wandering back with a hot cup she pauses in the doorway, drinking in his body as much as the coffee. Setting the cup down, lifting her camera from the table. Snap, snap, snap. She smiles to herself setting the camera away again. Pacing the room, hot steam under her nose. Her eyes lingered now on the pictures on the wall. So many faces she didn’t know. Sleeping in his bed, but still only granted glimpses to his soul.


Note: This is a follow up to "Rain" and next entry in hopefully a series of drabbles inspired by "Tuesday Morning" by Michelle Branch.