The Wee Three

4 Dec

He stands in the doorway, framed by light that dared to slip in ‘tween the slats.

He moves closer and I can smell his shower gel.

Leaning in, he whispers the three words women long to hear: “Your coffee’s ready.”

I sigh happily, sit back against the pillows, and know all is right with the world.

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5 Responses to “The Wee Three”

  1. rameyontheroad December 4, 2013 at 11:45 am #

    Mmm. My second pot is ready now. πŸ˜‰

  2. Revathi December 4, 2013 at 10:04 pm #

    That is literally what I want to hear when open my eyes every morning. πŸ™‚

  3. Aunty G December 5, 2013 at 2:08 am #

    The Lady loves her coffee
    The Boy’s sweet as toffee
    She’s lucky, she knows
    Till the end of her nose
    And snowflakes drifting on the page means Party!

  4. dipali December 10, 2013 at 4:03 am #

    Truly blessed, OJ, truly blessed:)

  5. Orange Jammies December 20, 2013 at 12:21 pm #

    rameyontheroad: Sip away!

    Revathi: Can’t imagine sweeter words. πŸ˜‰

    Aunty G: Party is right
    Life has been bright
    Celebrations galore
    And then some more
    Are in plain sight πŸ™‚

    dipali: Knock on wood, every splinter you can find.

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