065: yellow room

He brought me hot coffee as I awoke. Then he joined me under the covers and we sat there, nestled in the pillows, leaning back against that massive ornate headboard, and we sipped our coffee and ate our cranberry orange muffin and almond croissant (trying not to get crumbs in the sheets). The room was quiet, the house was quiet––the light was coming in, painting the room yellow, and as I lay there next to him with my sweets and my searing hot coffee, I said, “The next time I’m anxious, I’m going to think back to this moment.”