the birds would sing in soft chirps outside,
as the light of the morning sun blanketed our room in a sheet of pure gold.
and a cool breeze would waft in through our room's opened window,
followed by the scent of fresh baked pastries.
and as i looked down,
my love-struck gaze would come to rest on your delicate features, which were beautifully illuminated by the sun.

your head would be propped against my legs,
and my fingers would be combing your long and adorably messy hair,
while soft puffs of warm breath left your full lips,
as you peacefully slumbered on my lap.
and i'd smile fondly and lean down to kiss your small nose,
thinking of how lucky i was to have you.

lazy, saturday mornings are all i'll ever wish for me and you.