It was almost one of those perfect mornings today. Not too certain how to describe the perfect morning but it includes; waking up to a soft silence, early morning sun streaming through open windows, a clean fresh slightly cool air in the room, drawn through by a gentle breeze.
The sheets have a clean, smooth feel, there is a mixture of cool and warm patches to fidget your feet between. The warmth is shared and comes partly from you and partly from the body next too you. The cool patches are at the edge of the bed, connecting the warm human to the cool air in the room.
You are awake, asleep, there is no rush to get up or go back to sleep, the day ahead has few plans, the fridge is all the fun stuff needed for a relaxing breakfast. The paper will pop through the door at some point, you know the day will be fun, probably warm but the company will be great.
The drifting air currents bringing the sounds of the waking day into and out of the soft silence. The birds start their usual chat, the church clock chimes, the ewes call to there lambs, a distant car, lorry or tractor can be herd staring its day, there are the early morning echoes of hoofs on the road outside.
Then the sound of small footsteps coming down stairs and a small body cooches in beside you and back drifts of to sleep. The serenade as I drift in and out of a deep alpha is of two sets of lungs in deep sleep.
The curtains flap gently, the bird sound increase, another small body climbs in the other side and a whole family lies content I the warm embrace of a summers morning. Until one kicks the other and all hell breaks loose and the deep dream of bliss is exploded into another normal day of family life.
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