Wake up :-)

She’s a terror to wake up in the morning. A wonder to wake up *to*.

"Are you going to wake me up so that i don’t have to set an alarm?"
"Do I have permission to use bodily force if necessary?"
"Yes."
"okay then. Just so I know we’re good…. Because I will if I have to!" 
::giggles::

The next morning:
6:15Am – alarm goes off. i grab it, turn it off. "not the right alarm! we still have 15 mins!" 
6:30AM – alarm goes off. I press ‘snooze’. bad idea.
6:33AM – I wake up with a startled shock. "that was a bad idea. We really need to get up! This is the 6:30 alarm!" 

I lean over and kiss her. "Good morning, Love." 
she smiles and in a sleepy murmur mumbles "’morning!"

I scratch her back and for a few moments we’re in that twilight of not quite awake, but absolutely not asleep.

Then she sits up! (am so proud of her! no bodily force needed! All on her own she is vertical!) She heads to the bathroom to get ready.

I look at the clock.

It will take me approx. 2 & 1/2 minutes to throw on clothes.

I close my eyes (knowing I have an alarm set for 6:50AM (just in case))

a few moments later, the bathroom door opens:

"Hey! Not fair!" 
"Role reversal, Love."
::giggle at the wit, not at the facts::
"It’s an exercise in relationship dynamics" I say in that swarthy charming tone of phrase that i often use in conjunction with a smile that curls up the corner of my lip, and causes a single sparkle to manifest in my eye.

I am successfully adorable. So she begins getting dressed.

I close my eyes.

A few moments later I am woken by a kiss. Not simple a gentle peck, no. A firm, soft, beautiful kiss. Like chocolate on a warm day.

Things low inside of me move unexpectedly.
"well, hello. good morning!"
Suddenly I’m much more awake than I was only moments before.
"Good morning to you." 
"yes, yes I’d say it is…" 

She still hadn’t put on pants.

I turn over to see her crawling out of the bed again and headed for her dresser.

"you’re wearing purple underpants."
she smiles.
"purple is a good color"
"I know" she smiles again.

"I’m going to be ready before you are!" 
"It will take me 2.5 mins to throw on clothes. You actually have to do things and get ready! Are we ready?"
"I have to walk to dog." 
"well, okay." …. "I suppose I can begin stretching" …and I do.

She comes back in moments later, and I force myself out of the bed. Throw on pj pants, a sports bra, and an old college sweatshirt. I grab my purse and turn toward the hallway. She’s waiting there expectantly. There’s a few moments pause. Then she puts her fingers to her lips, and taps them twice. I grin and jump at the chance to press my lips to hers. We stand there, tangled in each other, lingering for a moment more and stealing precious time.

And then head out the door together. With my shocking remarks at her ability to wake up.