Wake Up Kisses

A somewhat of a poem

The

door to my room gently opened, my eyes still closed, heavy from all the nights dreaming.

How

I enjoyed those dreams, wanting them to continue before waking to the other world of lifing.

The wake-up spirits must have known I was not ready to meet the day

AS

I was greeted this morning with a gentle kiss on the forehead, followed by a warm kiss on my lips

A

hot tea brought to me as I lay in my bed safely cocooned in my covers.

MY

eyes still closed, I received the loving gesture, allowing me to surrender my dream to the waking of a new day.

I peeked one eye open, whispering a

thank you

as the handsome figure quietly left the room.

Leaning over and taking my tea, holding the warmth of the cup in my hands

MY

heart melted like goo as that of a young girl who swoons when she is kissed by her first love.

I needed that this morning.