POETRY – WEEKLY PROMPT #141; RDP – FILM

Slumber releases me as the glow of the serene sun caresses my face.
Let us lay back for a while longer before we have to move.
Gently, I stroke your hair, listening to the city’s awakening commotion
Your head on my chest, your breathing lures me to the edge of slumber

I’m careful not to move, not to wake you

Your head falls to your favorite spot; the space between
my chest and stomach as you pull the blanket tight.
Your breathing shallows; Your sleep deepens
I exhale this one of those moments you see in film.

~thank you for reading~