Breakfast

I wish to be in a morning where chance would permit me to swipe the curtains sideways to allow the sunkiss through your soft skin; feel the steam from a tempting brew of coffee, feel the hinted crisps of toasted loaves, take glimpses of the newly-awakened sky and contemplate about having to finally be able to see you first whenever I open my eyes.

Because, that's when I know I'm home.