The gentle morning breeze floats through the open window. I wake but I keep my eyes shut. Lately, this is my favourite time of day. I feel. Feel the fresh air roll across my skin. Feel the warmth radiate from him. Feel my arm draped lazily on his chest. I feel safe. Protected. Loved. I bask in these feelings for a few minutes before I slowly open my eyes.
Today will be a good day. I don't know why I feel this. I'm not sure what I'll do yet. Perhaps hunt a little. Watch as he bakes. Work on the book. To me, it doesn't matter as long as I'm with him.
I know he wakes because he takes my hand. He opens his eyes and looks at me. He smiles. I feel warm from the tips of my toes to the very core of my heart. I snuggle in to be closer. I smile.
We are both broken and we will rebuild together. One day at a time. Yes, today will be a good day.