Light.
Darkness.
Light again.
I open my eyes to the interplay of pale yellow light and cool shadows shifting across my face. A red-flowered vine surrounds the window of our hotel room, its leaves fluttering in the early morning breeze. Shadow and light play across our crumpled bedding.
You are beside me, sleeping; your mahogany skin rich and luminous against the white sheets. You, too, are dappled in yellow light.
My hand feasts on your soft smooth skin, exploring your warmth. You do not wake at my touch, but languidly shift more close.
You are beside me. I am home.