My eyes flutter open 

It is cool, dark, still

What woke me? 

The barest of morning light outlines the oaks in the window

She stirs

She stirs again


She is on hands and knees

Covers the distance between us 

Tumbles into the soft of my shoulder

Her small, smooth hand lands on my cheek

She is still once more

I close my eyes, drowsy

Feel the rhythmic rise and fall of my stomach

And am dreaming again