I picture lazy mornings. White light is coming in through the windows, sweeping across our faces in gentle wisps. Our bed is a tangle of sheets and limbs. My head rests on your shoulder, my hair of course a tangle of waves. You have your arm around me, your finger tracing swirls on my skin. I blink open and see the curtains billowing in the window. We left the window open again. My eyes drift to our overflowing bookcase. One of many of course, but this one just held our favorites. The shelves are bending from the weight, so we’ll need to buy another one soon. You squeeze my shoulder. I turn and meet your eye. You kiss my nose. I lean into the touch. I turn to face you and grab your hand. It’s smudged in ink again. I rub at it absentmindedly. You chuckle. “What’s on the mind today?” “Coffee. Not much else. Ask me again in twenty minutes.” We stretch and touch our feet to the cold floor. Sleepy steps and coffee brewing. You wait until I take the first sip. “What’s on the mind today?” I smile and take another sip. “What dreams are at the forefront?” I lean across the counter and twirl your messy hair. “I dream of love dipped in honey and feelings of warmth in the belly.” You set your cup down and travel around the counter, enclosing me in your large embrace. I fit my face into the nook of your neck. “I love you.” The deep timbre of your voice still sends tingles down my back. I squeeze all of my love into you. “I love you most.” The deep rumble of your laughter. You pull away, handing me my coffee. “I propose a day spent with our heads in the clouds, coffee stains, and fuzzy socks.” And off we went. I sank onto the couch, a fantasy novel perched on my knee. You grab that tome you’ve been working on and wriggle under my legs. Blankets are added, cups are filled. It starts to rain. I can smell it because we still haven’t closed that window. The light brightens, darkens again, and we hear the pit pat of the rain all afternoon. I look up from my book and get lose tracing and counting the freckles on your face. A thousand and one. You catch me, a thief held in place by blue eyes. “You must love me.” “Immensely.” Hours tangle together and tummies rumble in unison, a loud cadence splitting the silence. “I propose chili.” Off you go to work you magic in the kitchen while I command Ella to serenade us into the night. We sway, we blush, we kiss. We eat. I let the spices warm my tummy. I taste the sweet honey on your lips.