![]() I have half the mind to call him back, to stretch out this moment I have grown to crave every morning in California.Īround a year ago, Gabriel and I managed to buy this little cottage in a quiet nook of the coast. “Hi.” “My turn to make breakfast,” Gabriel yawns, and I watch him slip out from the sheets, slip on a cotton shirt and pair of jeans. “Good morning.” Gabriel brushes his lips along my neck, sweet and lazy. His fingertips drift across my ribs and down to my belly, light as a feather. As the haze of a dreaming night slowly fades away, I feel him - his arm draped over my waist, his steady breath tickling my skin. ![]() Here, the rhythmic breathing of the earth is not forced into a jagged step of a broken city machine here, I can awake to nothing but the trees stirring the peach-tinted air and pale swifts flitting in the clear sky and the sleepy hum of bees making honey. I can read it with my eyes closed, even half-asleep, for the light falls through the wooden shutters and across the linen I am tucked in, easing me awake slowly, along with the new day. Seven o’ clock tells her time with the summer sunlight, softly dappled by eucalyptus and palm trees. chapter song is when you come home - mree. i recommend reading this chapter on my blog, not reader, for the best quality.
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