...simple on a sunday

It’s a little after nine on a Sunday morning. The sun is out and warming my face through my blood-red textured cloth curtain. I frown slightly, roll over and then there he is; quite possibly the most beautiful man I have ever seen. He’s lying next to me with his left arm around me. “morning Luv” he says. I smile at him but say nothing. God he’s beautiful!

I struggle my way out of bed and stumble towards the kitchen sink.
“Tea or coffee baby?”
”Coffee please.”
I fire up the kettle and set about the business of making hot brew for the Ken-Doll and myself. He reaches over and grabs his book and ruffles about it’s pages trying to find his placing. Two minutes later, armed with my own copy of Spud, I amble over and join him again in bed. He’s on The Madness Continues and I’m halfway through Learning How To Fly. I prop myself up with a pillow and lean slightly into him. …I am here!

Twenty minutes and hoops of laughter later (sadly louder on my part than his) the Ken-Doll puts his book and mug aside and slides up against me. No matter how much time I spend with him I just cannot get over the smell of being near him. It’s lovely and warm and, best of all, it stays on my skin even after I shower. I moan at him for disturbing my reading and attempt to move away from him. The Ken-Doll puts away my cold and unfinished coffee then sidles back up to me. Spud and his hilarious days at boarding-school drop to the floor with a soft thud. …Dear God this man completes me!