this morning #2140.

this morning, i woke up earlier than usual. rolled over. gazed longingly at the gentle way she breathes when she’s asleep. on a cloud. on her side. content. i leaned over & planted a soft kiss on her temple. she stirred but only slightly. as i pulled back & sat up, i saw it. a fresh puddle of spit that my kiss had left behind right above her left eye. surprise saliva. not sure how that happened. thought about trying to wipe it off but i didn’t want to disturb the peace so i just let it be. hoped that it’d dry up by the time she wakes. if not, i hope she doesn’t make a huge deal of it. stuff’s been going well between us these past few weeks. leaving behind a puddle of spit on her face might upset the delicate balance we’ve achieved.