Mornings in Love: A Tourist’s Guide

I need more time. I’m always asking for more time.

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The sun filters through the trees and touches my face through the window. It’s too early to open my eyes, and I hide a while from its touch, content to snuggle closer to the one I love and to wrap myself deep in the softest of blankets. I need more time. I’m always asking for more time.

More time with him. More time to sl…