Sunbeam

Dainty feet on the cold wooden floor , I shuffle across the boards quietly , wrapped in our sheet , The pups nails tinkering next to me . He knows who im looking for . Down the hallway, Past our framed faces and memories. I smell coffee . I squint ; stepping into the sunlight That floods our kitchen. And there he is , like every morning . Nose in a book, mug of coffee steaming Next to him. He smiles and slowly closes his book , grabbing the front of the sheet and pulling me into his lap. " you're a vision in white ".