Awaking with my eyes closed, feeling warm and peaceful. Lazily I stretch, reaching out from under my twisted covers to throw out my arms. Letting them collapse back onto the bed.
Turning and curled up so that I open my eyes and peek at my surroundings.
I blinked, once, twice, and then a third time. I was in my room. But, somehow… It seemed like a dream, but not.
I didn’t remember going to bed, but I find you, a cup of tea, and the most beautiful bouquet of roses.
I think it’s meant to remind me of where I am; I’m here in Wales with you. I am here.