your eyelids are quivering

you're half asleep

the sun streams

through your window

the same way it

always does

leaving streaks of gold

in our hair

i watch a small feather

flutter on your arm

every time you exhale

before i quietly blow it

away into the mess of

blankets

i run my hand up and

down your back, following

the curve of your spine

and letting my fingers

dance over your shoulderblades

"wake up"

you rustle then open an eye

clumsily roll over to my side

and kiss my cheek, then

proceed to fall asleep

again instantly

i don't care

it is sunday morning

and i am still tired and

you are beside me and i

have never felt so safe

and at home