The morning echoed with the gentle humming of the air conditioning and the steady drizzle of rain hitting the tiled roof. I cracked my eyes open and I shifted slightly to the left of the bed, my arm trapped underneath the head of another person who was already wide awake, staring at me intently as she always did so many months ago, so many thousand miles away.
“Good morning.” She whispered softly as if unsure whether I was awake or not.
My only response was the incoherent mumble of words that normally follows the state of my mind in the early mornings.
As my eyes slowly wandered in its groggy state, thoughts began to slowly filter through. The warmth of her body pressed close to mine. The citrus scent of her skin I’ve missed over the months. The sight of her quiet smirk as it slowly broke into the Cheshire Cat of a grin I always loved.
So I leaned in forward and gave her a kiss.
It doesn’t take morning coffee to realise how perfect a morning like this is.