Good morning, beautiful

Bright light pours into
my half-open eyes.
There is an angel sleeping in my bed.
His breath is warm
against my bare neck,
his hands are soft
as they press against mine.
I dare not touch him,
he is too beautiful to wake.
I try to move, afraid I might be dreaming,
but he pulls me close.
I'm lost in his arms.
My eyes fall into his,
a sweet pool of green,
as I begin to hear the song
"Good morning, beautiful."