It’s raining outside! It’s the type of morning,

I wished we could have cuddled under the covers together,

Holding each other close,

Whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ear.

I like these kinds of mornings:

Cool, crisp and damp.

It’s the type of morning not made for working,

But laying around sipping a cup of coffee,

Reading a good book,

Making love between paragraphs.

I love you! I’m glad you’re a part ofmy life.