mine: imy

In The Morning

Eyes groggy

Windows foggy

We fell asleep

A bright glare as I look up

I look down and I stare

She’s gripped to me tight

bear

Our phones full of messages it’s not

fair

She’ll be in trouble and so will I

We were intimate

So in-to-it

that we pleased one another and slept the night away

I should wake her so we can head home

The view is too beautiful I grab my phone

As I try to take a picture

She moves

She’s up now

Grabs my face and kisses my cheek

She’s calm for someone whose going to have a horrible week

I know her parents will trip we were gone all night

Even though they’ll say it was wrong it felt right

She speaks now,

Good morning