I remember those days when I was up at the crack of dawn, brewing Italian espresso and whipping up a bowl of Quaker oatmeal with cinnamon and raisins as I prepared for the day. There was so much to do and so little time. My success depended on how efficient I managed my time. The harder I worked the faster time would move. Since I met you I just want time to slow down. I want to savor every second with you, like taking tiny bites of a delicious tiramisu. Enjoy the flavor as long as possible. Everything else just seems so trivial now, the worldly things I’ve found so important slowly lose their meaning as I further enter your spirit. This bed is the only place I want to be now, with you. It’s the only place where time stands still and everything just seems to make sense. Of course we can’t stay here forever, not with reality outside the window, taking the shape of a sunny day and calling for us to come join it with the rest of the world. But there is no room for reality here in this bed, only fantasy and imagination are welcome with us under the covers. The pillows and sheets can be so persuasive, they want us to stay wrapped up in them for hours. How can we say no? It’s hard, but now we have to. We’ve been here all day and night, and reality is too powerful for us to ignore. You have a flight to catch and a weeks worth of work to make up. You won’t be back in Miami for months. I guess it’s back to oatmeal, espresso, early mornings and long nights for me. At least now I know where I belong, I have something new to look forward too. Spending all day here in this bed, with you, my true love.