Lowell
I wake up to the sunlight creeping through a crack in the tent. Col is still snoring lightly. His arms are wrapped around my waist, and I just want to look at him. I want to dwell on last night for as long as I can. I lie like this for a few more minutes, watching the light sneak over his face and across his chest. The one thing I hate about when I'm like this with him is knowing that it can't be forever. I know what I want. Last night was an eye-opener. I don't want to take life as seriously as I have been taking it. I want to have more days like yesterday and more nights like last night. I want date nights to be frequent.
I want to shut the world and all its problems away.
I don't want to carry everything on my head.
"Don't tell me it is time to get up,'' he moans as he nuzzles his face in my chest.
I smile.
He could sense me staring.
"Do you want to get up?"
