Sunday Morning, Early
Sunday Morning, EarlyI already knew everything about Priscilla that a boyfriend or lover should discover about the woman he loved. Standing on the bamboo mat in the kitchen in front of the counter I spooned the natural sweetener she preferred into her coffee and splashed it with a dollop of half and half before heating it up slightly again in the microwave and sprinkling it with cinnamon. Stirring the hot liquid, I tapped the spoon on the edge of her cup, and thought about her laying in bed.
She’d been sleeping so peacefully when I woke, even though I didn’t want to waste a single minute of our time together, I didn’t dare wake her. Instead, I rose and stood in the bedroom doorway, staring at her and realizing she was part of everything good in my world, telling mys
