Episode 81: Morning found poetry in you...

...before the day asked anything of you. You were laying there in that quiet hour when the world still belongs to itself, shoulders loose, sleep still resting in the corners of your eyes, a smile beginning to form like you hadn’t quite decided whether the day deserved it. And I noticed the way morning seemed to gather around you. Not because you tried to be seen. You didn’t. That was the thing. There was something steady about you, the kind of strength that doesn’t perform, that doesn’t need the room to know it’s there. It lived in the way you stretched slowly, in the calm weight of your presence, in the quiet certainty of a man who has nothing to prove. Your eyes were softer than I expected. Dawnlight caught in them like it had found a place it wanted to stay. And when you smiled, it wasn’t polished or careful. It was crooked. Warm. A little tired. Human. The kind of smile that makes a woman feel suddenly aware of how close she is to heaven. Morning slid through the window and touched the edge of your face, your jaw, the lines time and living had written into you. It made everything about you look honest. No armor yet. Just you. I don’t think you knew how beautiful you were in that moment. Not the loud kind of beauty people chase. Something quieter. The kind that makes the air feel heavier, makes a woman pause and watch longer than she meant to. Morning found poetry in you. And laying there beside you, pretending not to stare, I realized something that ached a little. Some men carry whole sunrises in them without ever knowing it.Written by https://www.threads.com/@thriftygirl365 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com