So we leave for one night and it turns into five mornings. Waking up and staying in bed for a couple extra hours so I can see what color your eyes are in that special light we only see at 6 a.m. That silver peeking through the cracks around your blackout shades and bouncing off your brown eyes that send me into a fully caffeinated rush. Like they’re soaked in coffee grinds and I can see the steam rising off of their surface when your gaze sets me on fire.
