I love the way the sun seeps through the blinds and the warmth dancing on the small wooden surface of my coffee table.
I love the smell of homemade coffee and expresso beans in the morning.
I love walking around with a shirt that reaches no more than the tops of my knees.
I love sitting on counter tops instead of chairs
and reading poems
and avocado toast
and dark chocolate.
I love the way my dog sleeps on his back.
And soft barks he makes when he’s dreaming.
I love the feeling of my bare feet kissing wooden floors and gentle carpets.
I love the way quilts wrap me in a gentle embrace.
And the comforting silence of daybreak.
Good Morning, My love.
This is home.