Eyes filled with love, she wagged her tail and stood up with some difficulty, hearing the door open. She was greeted by eyes filled with hate and disgust, which was a first in 10 years. She had not been feeling herself lately. She couldn't run when called upon. She couldn't catch the weird looking plate when thrown in the air. She tried. But she just couldn't. Maybe that was why her little hooman hated her. But she quickly brushed away the silly thought and stumbled behind him tail wagging. For she knew that her little hooman loved her.

Kisses

Placed on my neck.

Mmmmm, baby.

Yeah, babe? My boyfriend spoke from the kitchen.

I want drunk Sunday afternoons

Walking barefoot around the house with nothing on but a towel. Slipping into bed with you, laughing about nothing in particular, intoxicating kisses, and the sobering moment when I realize I love you.

I want a busy Monday morning.

Waking up before the alarms go off, stolen minutes filled with warmth, when the world feels peaceful and serene. Watching you stretch as you wake, the faintest yawn escaping your lips as your eyes seek mine to say a quick good morning, with a kiss you jump up and get dressed.

I breathe you in, savouring every moment