He pushes her hair back out of her face

Her eyes open, but they are filled with sleep


A small kiss, then another

The beginnings of a small smile lights up the room

In the early morning

Mixing and meshing with the early morning sun


Hands and fingers meet and mesh as well

Held and carried by the spreading light

Now… the smile is his

He lets himself fall

Into an embrace

They hold


Then drift

Hand to hand

Heart to heart


And away