Friday, June 20, 2025: 6:59 AM: Visualization of My Ideal Day: I woke to the gentle hush of dawn, the birds beginning to sing and an owl hooting off in the distance. The air in our apartment was cool and still, a soft breeze blowing through the open window.
In the quiet, I lay on my side listening to her sleep beside me. I gently reached over to find her loose strands of hair spilling over the pillow, and noticed the blanket had fallen to her waist, revealing the graceful line of her shoulder and the curve of a toned arm. She seemed so peaceful to my senses and exquisitely beautiful. Every morning I wake up next to her feels like a gift, and this morning was no exception.
For a moment I simply listened to the rhythm of her breathing. Each slow, even breath was a soothing melody in the silence. I slipped my hand carefully into hers beneath the sheets. Her palm was warm and familiar, and my fingers entwined with hers by instinct.
As I gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face, I couldn’t help but once again admire the texture of her skin. It was soft against my fingertips as she stirred at my touch, nestling closer to me. “Mmm… morning,” she whispered, her voice husky with sleep.
I can always feel when her eyes find mine and knew this morning that when they finally focused on me that they were full of warmth. I answered her with a tender smile and leaned in to press a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Good morning,” I murmured. My voice was quiet, as if any loudness could shatter the delicate serenity of this moment. She sighed happily and shifted, turning onto her side to face me. Now nose to nose on the pillow, she was close enough that I could feel the slight tickle of her breath on my lips. I couldn’t resist, closing the small distance and kissing her. It was a soft, lingering kiss, tasting of a sleepy smile and promise of good things to come. Her lips curved against mine, kissing me back with equal tenderness.
Even after countless mornings together, I still feel a burst of excitement and gratitude just from kissing her good morning. It’s like falling in love all over again at sunrise, every day.
She let out a contented little hum as we parted. Her hand came up from beneath the covers to rest on my cheek, her thumb brushing just below my eye. “Did you sleep okay?” she asked softly, studying me.
“I did,” I assured her. My free hand drifted to her waist, pulling her just a bit closer. “With you beside me, I always seem to sleep quite well. I think you’ve put a magic spell on me or something that guarantees restful sleep.”
It really is true though. When I am with her, my mind becomes calm. The world can often be noisy and overwhelming, but in our bed, her presence alleviates the sensory overload I sometimes experience during the day. All the external noise diminishes into the background. “You’re my calm,” I added in a murmur. “When I’m with you, all the stress just… disappears.”
Amazingly, she understands how hard it can get for me, sensing so much. Gently, she stroked my cheek and replied, “Always. I’ll always be here to bring some semblance of calm if things get too overwhelming.” Her words were simple, but I felt the weight of her promise, an unwavering support that always makes my eyes water a bit with emotion. I don’t need any psychic ability to sense her sincerity; it shines out of her like heat from the sun.
I turned my face slightly to press a kiss into the palm of her hand as a silent “thank you”. She in turn snuggled closer until her forehead rested against my chin and our bodies fit together under the blanket. I could feel the steady thump of her heartbeat where my chest met hers. “That gentle rhythm always grounds me.”
I draped my arm around her back, my fingers idly tracing circles between her shoulder blades. Her athletic form was strong yet soft against me. Then, as I trailed my fingers over a particular spot on her shoulder, I sensed a slight tenderness lingering there.
She winced playfully. “Ouch, you found the sore spot,” she teased, smiling up at me. “I didn’t think I mentioned it.”
“You didn’t have to,” I replied with a wink. “We both know how I know these things.”
With gentle pressure, I massaged that knot in her shoulder. I focused my thoughts on her comfort. Sometimes I suspect I can even nudge the pain away if I concentrate, though I’m never sure if it’s truly my ability or just the power of touch and love. Either way, she relaxed with a grateful sigh, her muscles loosening under my fingertips.
“You and your secret powers…” she chuckled, closing her eyes in enjoyment. “It’s like magic.”
I grinned. “Maybe it is magic,” I said playfully.
I took a moment to admire her face again as I rubbed her shoulder. She felt so breathtaking like that. I could sense that her eyes were closed and knew she was completely trusting in me. I felt a swell of protectiveness and adoration. I wanted to take care of her aches, her fears, anything that ever hurt her.
“I’ll always take care of you too, you know,” I whispered. My voice came out rough with emotion. “Whatever you need, I’m there.”
“I know,” she whispered back. “You always have my back.”
She then lifted herself slightly so she could kiss me, just a feather-light peck near the corner of my mouth, but it sent warmth radiating through every inch of me.
For a few more minutes we lingered like that, wrapped up in each other while the dawn grew brighter around us. I knew the world outside was starting to stir, me noting the increasing frequency of cars driving past our Newtonian Gardens Apartment and the soft creak of the building warming with the increasing heat from the sun. But there, in our little cocoon of sheets and shared warmth, time felt slow and gentle.
I stroked her arm, and she drew lazy patterns on mine in return. We didn’t need to talk; in that silence our souls seemed to understand each other perfectly. Our connection went beyond words or even thoughts.
I slid my fingers beneath her chin, lifting her face so I could look directly into her eyes. She brought her lips to mine again, this kiss being a bit stronger, more awake, and passionate now that her initial drowsiness had passed.
At that point, my senses ignited. I tasted the faint sweetness of her lips and felt the heat blooming beneath my skin. I lost myself in her kiss willingly, pouring all the love I felt in that moment into it. She responded in kind, her hand curling into my shirt (well, technically her shirt, as I noticed with a grin that she fell asleep wearing one of my old t-shirts, the sleeve adorably almost slipping off her shoulder).
I slid my hand up from her waist to the small of her back, pressing her closer as our kisses deepened for just a breathless moment. We parted with twin gasps, our foreheads resting together, both of us wearing giddy smiles. My heart thundered in my chest, but it was a joyous rhythm. No matter how many times we kissed, it never lost its magic.
And then, we finally came together in earnest. It felt so good to be inside her, feeling her excitement, a hot spring of pleasure bubbling up around my hardness as we moved effortlessly together. She came hard and fast, the orgasm she experienced seeming to go on and on forever. When I finally couldn’t hold back any longer, I spilled inside her. “The whole experience was exquisite!”
Sometime afterward, having been just holding her close for a while, I brushed the tip of my nose against hers playfully. “That definitely energized me more than any coffee,” I joked softly.
She giggled, and the sound was as radiant as the morning light flooding our room. “Mm, coffee,” she said, her craving for the day’s first cup seemingly evident.
Interestingly enough though, I noted that her hand had drifted down between my legs, and I knew at once we wouldn’t be getting up to start our day any time soon. “It’s nice to be wanted 3X more than coffee!”