Self Love #1
I stay in bed and you make me coffee. A good-morning kiss leaves our lips and you wander downstairs.
I stay, in bed. Something I’ve not done for a while because I like feeling your hand resting on the small of my back and your knees pressed against mine.
But I stayed, in bed. I picked up a book and sipped the coffee you made me. Smoked a cigarette and smiled to myself for I felt a peace I hadn’t felt for a while.
A calmness filled the air and in that moment, I realised wanting and enjoying time alone doesn't mean I love you any less.