My sheets are wrinkled like the corner of your eyes when you smile.
Shades of blue and green gaze at me, as I stare right back at you. I watch you climb out of bed, observing the quick flash of your flesh before you began slipping on your shirt.
It is a beautiful morning, because I know that you are only stepping outside to smoke a cigarette.
It is a beautiful morning, because I know that you will be spending it with me.