Hearing the birds singing in the morning

The sun shining on my skin like a blanket made of warm gold

Filling my lungs with the soft smell of coffee

Stretching my arms over my head as a wide yawn escapes my mouth

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and brushing the hair out of my face

To see you there next to me, waiting patiently for me to wake

These are the things I imagine, every morning that greets me

As I lay in bed alone, without you