You sit in my memory like a lover
Legs wide open
Pleading for my mouth on yours
And I stand there
Smelling your fragrance
Trying to deny your beauty
But I can’t deny that
I’m empty without you,
So don’t stop teasing me
With your brown luscious liquid, baby.
Because every morning that’s all I look forward to.
Flavors, I’ve decided.
As I sit here with my cappuccino and meat and cheese pie.
You may not think these two go together, but in Australia anything is possible.
Especially putting cinnamon in a meat and cheese breakfast heaven.
It tastes like childhood meets damsel in distress.
Does that even make sense?
Well, the flavors bring back memories and that’s all I need.
Many many fond memories of children laughing on the sand while my mom is making smores and my dad is warming the towels.
Life comes down to that, doesn’t it?
And what better way to get there then through food!
So this week I’ve changed it up.
Instead of waking up and logging into work, I’ve decided to wake up and walk.
And man what a difference it has made!
I’m already an active person, but this new ritual is different.
It feels serene and maybe even spiritual?
Just seeing the water and getting that first glimpse of the sunrise does something to me.
It lights me up. Not just physically, but emotionally.
I actually feel lighter after I’ve walked to my coffee spot with the $3 almond milk flat whites and taken a stroll down to the wharf to see the sun reflect off the river.
And here I was thinking, isn’t sleeping in so grand?
But I’m starting to find out, it isn’t.
The sunrise is grander.
I’ve been up since 6am.
And it’s Saturday.
Why, you might ask?
Just my body clock telling me to pee.
Though, I have to say, I love this time of day.
Cuddling with him.
Being his big spoon.
Looking out the window
Watching the wind flirt with the tree.
It’s been magical
And it’s not just this morning
It’s every Saturday morning.
We sit here
Sip our coffee together
And I dream.
I dream about my past dreams.
How I always wanted this
And a book
Wrapped into one.
But honestly, it doesn’t feel real!
How did I get here?
I ask myself.
Do I even deserve this?
My man is literally cooking me breakfast right now.
Truly, I don’t deserve all of this?!
It is too beautiful.
And I know people say perfect doesn’t exist.
But those people never woke up in my dreams.