This morning would have been one of those mornings.
Dane's alarm would have gone off early, and he would have groggily risen to his feet, starting his day. Something would have made him glance back at the bed, and he would have returned, waking me up.
This morning I can almost feel his hands on my skin.
Waking me up is a dangerous prospect. Don't poke the bear. But on some mornings with us, the best part of waking up had nothing to do with Folger's.
Some mornings we were both late for the day and glad of it.
This would have been one of those mornings.