A sharp inhale…
…of breath every time he greets me. I cannot believe how wide my smile is capable of getting. I suspect that tomorrow will be a beautiful day, as it carries the characteristics of tomorrow. Tomorrow, tomorrow !
I will be lifted off into the sky with the birds, pulled by my very heartstrings, and I’ll take this boy with me.
He’s most beautiful sprawled across the covers, bathed in sunlight, eyes closed. I’d read him with more warmth than the light in which he would lay.
