Good Morning

The mornings chill reminds me
That I am hear alone
The hollow trill of the alarm
Ripping me from my dreams
Of being curled up next to you
Intertwined in your arms
Lulled to safety by the steady rhythm
Of your heart, and soft breathing
Those mornings are my favorite
The only time I would consider myself
A morning person

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