March 4, 2012

My dearest,

Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up. It’s morning.

It’s Sunday, you reply. Let me sleep in.

We have breakfast to get. Aren’t you hungry? Let’s get out of bed.

It’s Sunday, you say. I’ll be hungry later. Let me sleep in.

We have a movie to catch, I say. The tickets are paid for. Let’s get dressed and out the door.

It’s Sunday, you say. I’ll give you a kiss if you shut up and come here and snuggle up.

It’s Sunday, I agree. What’s the rush?

Yours, ever and always.