Waking Up Together

All I want is to wake up to you. To wake up to your tousled hair, your slightly parted lips, the body heat you're emanating from a night spent sleeping side-by-side. I could get up and make us both coffee, bring it to the bed and sit side-by-side sipping quietly. We wouldn't say anything, content in one another's presence. Being there with you, knowing you're in the next room, hearing the sound of the sink as you watch your heads - each a little present in and of itself. There's nothing I'd rather do on Valentine's Day than quarantine with you. Instead, I wake alone, looking forward only to a FaceTime call connecting us across an ocean.