The Morning Rain.

I woke up early this morning, listening to the rain outside of my bedroom window.
I had thoughts of her, like I do every morning since we broke up.

Laying still in the darkness, warm underneath my blankets, I'm trying to decide if I should just roll out of bed and get to work but I decide to stay where I am. I want to lay here for a bit but, the urge to pee has been heightened but the sound of the rain so I throw my blankets off and scuttle off to the bathroom.

Quickly, I flush and then make my way back to my room where the bed is still warm. Checking the clock, I see that I still have ample time to rest. I spend too much of my day running around, trying to make things run smoothly that it is nice to rest here for a while.

I am back under the covers and I can hear the soft music playing from across the room on my IPOD. John Mayer is crooning silently about love and trust and I am wishing that she was here with me, tucked away in the warmth of my morning bed.