Early Light

My favorite time of day is in the morning.

The young morning, when the dawn is bouncing off the one I love. His skin is so beautiful in those moments, right before the illustrious light of the sun peaks. His being beams with an immensely pure glow. My heart aches; I never want it to end. I gaze at him. I breathe him in. The Early Light of the morning is slowly fading....

Please don’t end. Stay.

His eyes blink open. He sleepily grins.

“What are you staring at?”