Sunday Mornings
Five AM, the world is still asleep
Not us
Your arm finds me in the dark and i melt into the warmth of it
Wrapping myself in the hush of Sunday mornings
Outside the sky brightens
But here, time doesn't move
There's only the quiet, the sounds of us
Soft laughter and small kisses that feel like sunrise
You whisper something silly
And I laugh half asleep
Even the quiet can't keep you from making me smile
For a moment,
I forget the week ahead
There's just you and the stillness
And the way Sunday mornings feel like home
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