Apr 29, 2010 23:23
Wings
I wake up slowly. We don't have anywhere that we have to be and there's nothing planned. I didn't have to set the alarm for anything and there's no rush to get things done before we leave the house. I sit up and stretch my arms and my legs and roll on to my stomach while I contemplate whether or not I'm really ready to wake up. I feel his hand on my back. He rubs it along my spine.
“I think we should go somewhere today,” he says.
I make a sleepy, affirmative noise. I think a little mini-flight from our normal routine sounds like a great idea.
“Where do you want to go?”
“I don't know,” I answer, honestly.
I'm not even sure what to suggest to him. I'm still not quite awake. I think for a little bit, and then I decide that I'll let him decide what we're going to do.
“Let's go wherever you want to take me,” I say.
I can feel the grin that he's giving me as he says, “Okay.”
I know, then, that by letting him choose our adventure and giving him the freedom to bring me along on a journey, that I've given him wings, and he's going to be flying all day.
travel,
him & me,
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