One of the best things about sleeping with someone, apart from falling asleep with them, is the intimacy of waking up with them. I love the initial stirring, the feeling that it is just you and that they are a part of what you have and what you are. The way that you drift in and out of sleep for a little longer, sort of playing with wakefulness and sharing it between you in those less lucid moments, only just aware of the other.
I love the feeling that time is yours to do with as you wish. To wake, to watch, to touch, to move or to stay still. The opportunities in a house still asleep. The thoughts for the day which slowly land upon you as life takes its hold. And those moments of spontaneity when you are the ruler of your world and can do anything, manage time as you choose, even just for a second. And so you choose him, always: to watch, or to touch, but to engage and let what will be, be.
After waking and choosing the course, one becomes two. As it is. Those times are precious for us too. Our time. There are the things we must do of course, but we also are masters of our own destiny and can choose not to be ruled by the must be’s of the day. And so the togetherness is positioned unconsciously in the centre and our day begins. Today was a choice. My choice. A picture. Stepping quickly and quietly to the mirror to capture the moment. I don’t have long. A click, then another, then two more and things are set in motion, slowly uncurling as our day begins.