Domestic, and in Love

Your puppy woke us up that morning,

tucking her cold nose between our bodies and tickling us with her whiskers.

You pulled me under your arm and gently kissed me awake, 

threw the blankets off us both

and stood up.

I watched you from my curled up position, 

marveling at your magnificence,

and counting myself the luckiest to see you

with sunlight streaming in.

It was so very domestic

to see you dress,

and play with the puppy,

and dance around each other making breakfast,

and sip coffee while reading the news,

and absentmindely brush your hair behind your ear. 

In that moment,

I forgot.

I forgot that it wasn’t our house

that I had exams and studying to finish

that it wasn’t always like this

that this wasn’t how life had always been.

I forgot everything

but you.

And remembered that life could be like that

if we made it so.

I gazed at you with the puppy at our feet,

and my heart lept with delight

in knowing it belongs to you. 

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