While He Sleeps

He sleeps soundly not a sigh, murmur or stir, while restless in my dreams I toss and turn unheard to find him in his comfort zone still and unawares that I am here. When morning comes he doesn't wake as I rise to shower and dress making coffee, toast, and eggs, the aroma wafting thru the house and still, he sleeps undisturbed in our bed. I sip a cup quietly with only a glint of rising sunlight as birds softly begin to sing awakening to the new day the clouds begin to form and here comes the tip tap of the rain. I put in the wash laundry from the workweek passed and Saturday begins alone again while he sleeps, slowly, he rises, slips down to the kitchen where his arms wrap around to hug and kiss me, aren't we a well-matched pair?.