The late morning sun fills the room with a dim glow, peeking around the window shade to break through the cracks. It’s unpleasantly warm and a little sweaty curled together under the sheets, but we’re pressed against each other everywhere we can get our bodies to meet anyway. I reach over to the nightstand to turn off the alarm clock and strong arms immediately lock around me in an unbreakable hold to pull me back snug against his chest.
I manage to turn around within his embrace to face him, and I whisper a Good morning as I wriggle in closer. He grins at me and gives me a long, enthusiastic kiss—followed by several shorter ones—before finally pulling back to sincerely agree, Good morning.
I tuck my face into his chest and let myself fully sink into the warmth of him. I breathe in deeply, savoring his scent. A contented sigh comes out of his mouth, creating a tiny breeze that brushes across my hair.
He sets another alarm for a few minutes from now–not ready to get up yet–and holds me close. Wrapped in his arms, my head comes to rest directly over his heart and I listen to the familiar rhythm beating underneath the skin.
Finally, I am exactly where I belong.
Method of Mancy 