Valentine’s Day Morning
I would wake up first thing in the morning to see my lover's face next to mine. A beautiful person they are, with all their perfect imperfections. The sun would shine in through the window of our apartment, giving their tousled bed hair a warm glow. The white sheets would be tucked in so very delicately around their face. I'd smile because today, of all days they'd mine and mine alone, and of all days I'd be their's and their's alone. While not wanting to disturb their morning slumber, I'd still reach over and place my hand on their cheek. It'd be warm compared to my cold hands; soft skin under calloused hands. Their subtle snore would hitch, causing them to stir, and they're eyes would flutter open to look into mine.
"Good morning," they'd say with a smile. I, smile growing wider than before, would respond with a similar "good morning." They, not want to get out of bed, would snuggle closer and try to go back to sleep. A small giggle escaping my lips, I'd ask if they wanted waffles.
In the kitchen, the coffee'd be brewing the eggs would be sizzling. I'd be preparing the waffles and my love would come up behind me, wrap their arms around my waist. Head buried in my neck they'd whisper against my skin, "Happy Valentine's Day." I'd halt my work on the waffles and turn around to face them, "Happy Valentine's Day, my love." With that, I'd kiss them sweetly on their lips.
"After breakfast, what do you want to do?" They'd ask. Biting my lip I'd say,
"I think what we should do is go to the grocery store, get a bunch of chocolate and snacks, some wine, a few ingredients needed for a lovely dinner. Maybe, just maybe, on the way home, we can pick up a few spicy, little pieces of fabric. After that, maybe watch a few good movies, cuddled up on the couch or go on a nice walk? What do you say to that, Love?
"Hm." They'd jokingly ponder for a bit, "How spicy would those little pieces of fabric be?"
I'd laugh and say, "I'll let you pick them out."
"As long as they look good on the floor, anything will do, my love." They'd drop their head into my neck, leaving kiss marks here and there. I'd giggle and say, "Save that for dessert, you. The waffles are going to burn. With that, we'd eat our breakfast and continue on and make our Valentine's Day a happy one.
After writing all of that, I feel so extremely single it hurts. I'm going to go ahead and enjoy a nice warm cup of loneliness as well as steaming hot bowl of "envy of all the couples around me." I'll top it off with the 50% off chocolae from the grocery store tomorrow.