of motion

among other things, there is the constancy of motion.  the comfort of it.  like a kind of softness that urges one, gently, to move.  wake up, darling, the sunup.  the windows are the first to know.  and the curtains.  and she kisses you on the lips.  you wake up to find she is still asleep.  it is less than a minute before the alarm.  that your body has awakened you through dreams.  and the first day of the weekend has found you:  it is the temptation:  to be in abandon.  but some part of you is waiting for the daily paper, and an expected post that may or may not come.  and the knowing that the abandon is only an illusion:  soon she will wake up and rearrange her mind into a list of things to do.  most likely the laundry first.  the dog now licks your toes, it is time for a run.  the blanket still covers you, and her scent is beautiful.  you think: five minutes.  and if there are still eggs and milk in the kitchen to make her breakfast.