This morning I woke up to warm kisses in my ear, a happy tongue between my lips, his hands holding my hips. We ran along the cold beach, seaweed popping between my toes and our breaths aligned, in that perfect moment between sunrise and the arrival of the tourists. And his mom makes me waffles with fresh fruit piled on top, a mug of coffee to propel me though my day, and I know that I belong here.
Home again, home again, home again. And it’s the beginning of a beautiful summer.