It's been raining all weekend.
I feel exhausted but ready to take the world on.
Hello daybreak, hello sweet sky.

Sunday mornings find me in one of his over sized flannels,
grey leggings and cold toes.
Radiator cranking up, blasting heat into the cold spaces.

I want to hold his hand in bed,
feel his toes against my small legs,
hear his breathing against the curve of my neck
(where my shoulder begins).

Cream tea afternoon, new boots breaking in, gloves to keep my fingertips warm.

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.