8:04

the sweet melody of your voice echoing off the walls of my ears.

as my eyes flutter open, the bright glare of the sun shining through the slight gaps between the blinds shielding the window,

making me squint as i look over at your soft, fresh face.

trailing my hand down your bare side,

feeling the small mountains of goosebumps form against the groves of my fingertips at 8:04 in the morning.