Present

I wait for you to wake up

You turn and adjust

You smile at me and squeeze my butt

You don’t wake

I’m like a kid waiting to open a present

You’ve told me you hate to be woken up

So I turn beside you impatiently

I wonder if kissing you counts as waking you up

Whether this will upset you; disorient you; make you angry

I write for what seems like ages

Still you don’t wake

I finally give up and leave you to your dream state

It’s beautiful outside so I go to breathe in the mountain air

Greet the new day and wait for you to wake up so we can start all over again