is it saturday yet?

saturday mornings were her favorite mornings of all.

mostly because she got to linger with him next to her {a lot} longer than usual.

and after a deep nights sleep, devoured in feathers and warmth, there was nothing better - in her opinion - than that early saturday morning light, the smell of him, and skin to skin.

it was that simple.

if she got her weekly dose of this, a lifetime of happiness lay ahead...she was sure of it.

being easily pleased was always one of her fortés.

*inspiration found here. i sure am glad it's almost the weekend.