a quiet morning

the sun peeks over the horizon

in his arms, she stirs

he clings to her waist,
freshly awakenened from his slumber—
still groggy

idly, he caresses her smooth belly—
exposed from her tank top riding up
in her sleep

she smiles, indulging in his touch

it’s sunday morning

the sun is out, full force—
crowning the walls with a golden halo

they go for a quick wash together,
shooting the breeze and having a laugh
while brushing their teeth
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