It's 6:21 in the morning.
I just finished eating two melted cheese sandwiches.
My lips are still dotted with a few stray bread crumbs.
I've been thinking about M.'s hugs.
How they feel and what they mean.
And I cannot help but smile.
What would I ever do without his love?
I was born for this.
My heart was created to love him.
And in a few moments...in a few breaths...with a few footsteps, I will be slipping back into bed with his warm and beautiful sleeping body.
And my red heart will again be pressed next to his.