karamac @ MindSay

Just Saturday

It's so easy to be good. I don't know why I relished in difficulty for as long as I actually did.

To be perfect is still a few scratches of paint short of a piece of art.

...I like to stretch out in my cream sheets and be far from guilty for staying in them past noon...Tubbs stretching, laying against my legs, Nathan and I discussing an extravagant breakfast, meanwhile, my sleepy fingers fumble with the remote as I turn the TV to the Food Network and sleepily hum my way back to sleep atop my two pillows. The two greatest loves of my life in bed right there with me....

An inch of toothpaste and a few breezes of morning later, I heat up the griddle and crack the eggs into a skillet. Nathan's hands wrap around my hips and love is just a perfect moment, while we stand still against each other and have a morning together