It's still dark. My first thought of the day. Stay asleep. Drifting in and out of sleep, my mind talking to itself. My eyes struggling to focus, the blurry images start forming into shapes. I hear my mind saying, a few more blinks, as I start my morning wake up routine. Eyes finally clearing, even in the dark, my room becomes clearer. I start stretching muscles. It is the shoulder movement that first comes to notice. Why does it feel weird to roll my shoulders.
Turning over with this thought, I feel my legs start to entwine. Are my feet caught in the covers? Shaking my feet gently I feel a sharp pull and pressure around my ankles. Unsure of the feeling I try to sit up, I move to push my hands down on the bed and suddenly understand why my shoulders reacted differently. Still lying on my back, I tilt my head back to see my arms stretch out towards the bed head, wrists wrapped in a blue silk scarf that was then tied round a wide wooden post on the bed head
More senses coming alive, the warmth of a body next to me, skin pressing to my skin. I watch as the person slowly moves their face to press against mine. Holding my breath, mind confused stuck in that moment before waking completely. Feeling scared, yet excited. Pulling down on your arms, feeling the silk tighten round my wrists. Kicking my feet, finding little allowance for movement from whatever was tied round my ankles. Their breath, a gentle breeze on my cheek. Warm skin caressing mine. I feel lips touching mine barely, as I feel their skin rubbing along my side, pressing up against me. Eyes closed, surrendering to this moment.