The warm sunlight peaks through the crack in the parted doors leading to the small terrace that overlooks a Spanish beach. The ray of light streaks across the room, nudging me awake. My eyelids flutter open and press closed when blinded by the light. I pull a hand out from under the sheets to rub the pain from my eyes, and I find that my other arm is stuck underneath the other body in the bed. I groan softly, careful not to wake the other, while running a hand through my messy dark curls.
Turning my body slightly, I see the usually scowling, but now relaxed face of my lover, Lovino, while he is curled up against my side, his head resting on my tan arms. I watch him for a moment, brushing his hair gently and cautioned to avoid the one pesky strand of hair that earns me a punch in the gut when I don't. That's not exactly how I plan to start the day, so instead I rest my head on the pillow once more, contemplating whether it's a good idea to wake Lovi. I decide to play it safe and let him sleep longer while I slide out of bed, careful to not move his head too much. I make my way to the kitchen to scramble a few eggs to accompany the rolls and jam.
As I'm cooking and singing along to tune on the radio, I feel a pair of thin arms reach around mine and a thud of a head against my back, a deep groan of annoyance is sent down my spine. I turn my head to the left to see the little shirtless Italian as I coo, "Ah, mi tomate, you were supposed to wait in bed."
Lovi only nuzzles his face into my back and mumbles something I can't understand. "What was that?" I ask playfully.
He lifts his head a little and sighs, "I said, bastard, I couldn't get back to sleep." Aw, he's so darn cute, I think, especially when he blushes like a tomato.
"Ah, well that's alright. Food's almost ready, although I didn't make coffee since you yelled at me last time for messing it up."
He lets go and lazily makes his way to start the coffee, and says, "Not my fault you can't make a good coffee." I chuckle and let it go, I was pretty lucky getting the earlier affection from him in the morning so I won't push it.
We eat our breakfast and drink our coffee on the terrace, the warm summer breeze blowing in the salty ocean air. On mornings like these we stay pretty calm, no interruptions or meetings to busy us with our loud family and friends. We're happy here in our peace, away from the politics and war, even if it is just for the morning. If only I could hold onto these mornings like I hold onto my lover's hand.