It is so hard to wake up early in the morning.
But then I smell the coffee you make near my bed.
I sit up, then you come in, only with a towel to cover your certain body part.
You give me a smile that always lift up my problems and put it away.
You walk toward me and lean over to give me a good morning kiss as always.
When your lips touch mine, I close my eyes, you always taste mint, and I like that.
I slowly open my eyes, to find you were not there anymore. There was no coffee. I look over and see the clock. 3 in the morning. It was just a dream.
I guess I miss you.