The lingering scent of vanilla was the first thing I noticed. With my eyes still closed, my nose pressed closer chasing that comforting scent, the one I knew as well as my own name. The skin of her neck was soft and warm, inviting me closer. There was a giggle when my nose brushed across that ticklish spot just behind her ear. My lips curved against her skin, the sounds of her giggles curling their way around chest, no matter how many times I’ve heard it before
“Good morning, darling.” I whisper, my voice almost lost in her hair tickling my cheek.
“Morning,” she said, the words coming out as a giggle, trying to squirm away from my breath tickling across her skin. “It’s ticklish.” The little whine was almost as adorable as the giggles.
“I apologise, my darling.” I chuckled and brush my nose against that spot again, my arms wrapped tightly around her so she couldn't escape. The only sound in the morning light was laughter and half hearted protests getting lost in the duvet.
Breathless she draped herself over me when I finally let her go, our chests rising and falling in time with each other. For moments there were no words between us, there didn’t need to be, our eyes spoke for us as we got lost in each other.
We didn’t get out of bed right away. No, we talked about the dreams we had, chuckled over the absurdity of how dreams played out sometimes. How an animal in your dream could be three animals all at once, in a way a sleepy mind could only make up.
“It’s time for breakfast, sleepy head.” I mumbled softly into her hair. As expected, there were some protests for a little longer in bed.
Legs and arms wrapped tightly around me, her face nuzzled into my throat. I carried her into the kitchen, otherwise we would be in bed all morning.
After the first sip of coffee we were finally fully into the waking world. Music played through the little kitchen radio as we cooked breakfast together. Stolen kisses between flipping pancakes and sneaky sips of her coffee because it always tasted better out of her favourite mug.