Sunday Morning

I wake up from the sunlight beaming into my bedroom, I feel the cold sheets swaying against my naked skin. I feel the warmth of your hand touch my shoulder and glide down every curve of my body, and your welcoming arms wrap around me. I turn around, and look into those brown eyes of yours, and in this moment, I feel that breath of fresh air I’ve been searching for.

-Brooklynn Daugherty

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