Morning is peeping through the blinds, but I'm already awake. I've been awake, and lying here, silently watching him sleep. This man, my Sir, is lost somewhere in his dreams.
He's a little restless, so I drape my arm across him, softly kiss his shoulder & his neck. I snuggle close to calm him & love the feel of his warm, bare skin against my breasts.
His body goes still and he seems at peace. Hopefully, he's back to being lost in his dreams.
I want to wake him, take him as he took me. But, this man seldom rests. So I just let him sleep.
I make my way downstairs for coffee & a bite to eat. It's been so long since he's had someone who cares. So breakfast in bed, it shall be.
Nothing fancy. There's an omelette and blackberries with sugar & cream. Something he loved when he spent time with his Granny, it seems.
I head back upstairs carefully balancing the cutting board I turned into a makeshift tray. I reach the bedroom door and stand there, watching him sleep, not knowing quite what to say.
I kneel next to the bed & softly kiss his cheek. His eyes slowly open & it was a warm smile I received.
"Good morning, Sir" I whisper as I placed the tray on his lap. He looks in disbelief & gives a small laugh.
"Mon Cher", he asks, "What did you do?".
"Good morning, my Sir. Welcome to day two."
