Breath
Her head is on his chest, rising and falling in time with the rhythm of his breathing.
Grey blue streaks of dawn slit through the window.
She sighs a heavy breath then sits up, poking him in the ribs, "Time to get up, lazybones."
He exhales deeply, followed by a grumble.
"Five more minutes," he mumbles against the pillow.
Another poke in the ribs. "You really need to wake up now." She starts to rise from the bed.
His hand circles her wrist, pulling her back down to him. His voice is warm and deep, "We can stay…just a little longer."