#89

tell me to stay home with you. our covers are still warm as i tiptoe out of bed in the mornings. glancing back, you peek out from under the green quilt your sister made, peek out from under your lashes, your gaze washing all over me. i smile, out the corner of my mouth. you mentioned once how you love that, and now it's become habit; i'll do anything you love.
please. it says. please ask me to stay. tell me to call in. tell me how you need me, how you'll give up the whole world today just to keep me here and leave all wordly essentials laying on the floor beside the bed.
you never ask. but i will keep waiting. i am always on call to stay here with you.