oh hello goodmorning.

i gently shift my legs, tangled over yours, and lift them up and over. i move away from our island of two as you stir and your eyes open. barefeet touch cool kitchen tile; a gentle wake-up call. you're awake, but lie there peacefully. our island of two. the water runs, a sharp sound to our silent understanding, and my glass fills. i make my way back, the tile not so cool anymore, and curl back up on our island of two. you tuck me in, as we close our eyes, waiting for sleep to come again.