Moving on and morning rituals

Well, I've had quite enough of feel sorry for myself about the bad week. I may or may not attend the work function tomorrow but it will be my choice. I have tried to get back my belongings and if it doesn't work then I shall replace them. And as for the computer, well, James doesn't seem to mind too much so I should get over it too. There is only so long you can spend feeling sorry for yourself.

In addition to that my inspiration seems to be back. I think it's a combination of feeling better, being given work to do and anticipation of lovely weekend ahead. I know I don't write about important or earth shattering things here but it helps me keep my brain ticking over. I also try to be conscious not to write about being madly and deeply in love with my James too much, as I get images in my head of other people retching silently as they read it. But I love reading about other people being happy so why wouldn't others be the same? Plus, this is my writing and if others don't like it surely they can find something else to read.

Which leads me to today's expression of love; the morning ritual. I love the feelings that well up in me these mornings when we wake up side by side. His alarm goes off first, waking us both. As he rolls back from groping for it and we meet in the centre of the bed. "Morning beautiful" he mutters and kisses me on whatever part of my face he can reach. We curl up around each other and snooze for another few minutes, murmering sweet nothings to each other and pecking kisses on whatever shoulder, arm or cheek is closest in our little ball.

The alarm goes off again, waking him up a bit further. He's awake enough that his information addiction kicks in and he starts to click through to the internet on his phone to see what happened over night in the world. I remain curled up on his shoulder and sleepily ask if there is anything important I need to know about.

When my alarm goes off we shift a little further. This morning James curled around, lay his head on my stomach and continued to check for momenteous events that may have occured during his sleep (you know, like a football score). As I lay there, slowly moving towards wakefulness, I felt utter happiness and know that I made the right choices if they allow me to feel like this.

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