Sundays.

You used to love Sunday mornings.
Lazy days in bed.                                       Coffee & books.                                    Morning cartoons.                               Sharing secrets & dreams.                  Shadow puppets on the walls.

Wrapped in cool cotton sheets while daylight trickled in through the trees, your hair pulled up in a messy bun while loose bangs covered the tops of your glasses — lost in another imaginary world.
I used to love Sunday mornings.
Little spoon & big spoon.               Wrapping you inside me.                Watching you find yourself in each book; your gaze steady as you sipped coffee from an oversized mug, draped in my t-shirt.

But now everyday feels like Monday.
© Gina Jenkins 

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