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