It was a beautiful sunny sunday. He was still lying in bed, sleeping. Of course. Diagonally. Over the whole bed. On his belly. Like so often. Both legs sticking out of the thin blanket. Half. Ever time, when she sees his sweet little feet, she wants to tickle them. Just the thought about it makes her giggle.
She woke up with the first birds in the morning. Still a bit sleepy, but relaxed and joyful. With sleep in her eyes and dreams in her head, she sat down on her little red couch. How she loves the feeling of the star blanket on her naked skin. How she loves the smell of the instant coffee. She lit a cigarette, looking over to him. She had to grin. How his skinny legs were filling the whole bed. His head faced her. Normally his head is turned towards the wall. His eyes slightly open, like his moth and even while he is slept, she could see his beautiful laughter lines around his eyes.
She took a deep breath. A deep white breath. An other coffee, an other smoke. She felt like being outside. She wanted to feel the sun on her body. She wanted to feel the lawn tickling her feed. The air was clean and fresh. The Ranges were glowing within the sun. It was a beautiful morning.
Her little friend sat - like so often - on top of their vertical garden bed. His little head towards the sun rays, quickly moving towards her direction when she stepped out of the door. He was use to her and isn't bothered. It is like a silent understanding between them, like a friendly welcoming each other in the new day. She is started to dive into the new day … with gardening.
Like so often the last sip of her coffee became cold, while the time in the garden was passing by. She anyway drank it. The last sip of the coffee was every time the finishing of her gardening. She looked around their green little small paradise. A little step to their self-sustaining way of life. A green living.
There were a little bit of dried soil on the concrete. She couldn't help herself. Just in the moment when she was kneeing down, brushing the dust into the garden, he opened the door, holding a cup of coffee in the one hand, in the other his cigarette and of course already wearing his sunglasses. “Morning baby”. How she loves the way he said it to her. Her whole face is a bright glowing smile, her eyes looking at him, sparkling. He is moved towards her, she stood up. They are held each other in their arms. Feeling the others body, listening to the others breath. Feeling delight. Being thankful for the day.
They sat down. He, like every time on the chair next to their telescope. She on the other side. Silent and breathing in the love of the day. How the leaves are whiffing together with the warm breeze.
After a while it is getting too hot. The lovely place on their couch was waiting for them.