The morning came too soon. We had sat up all night talking, holding each other. I fell asleep somewhere around the time the first brushes of dawn painted the horizon.
He was still there when I woke. I touched his cheek just to be sure. The sun was bright through the trees and it cast an ethereal glow on everything. I smiled and cuddled back up against him. The morning could wait just a bit longer.
(Source: morgondagg, via thegardennymph)