Mornings

She curls into herself. Knees drawn to her chest, arms stretched across her body like a frontal shield.
She isolates herself on her own island of the bed, taking up as little space as possible as though she's surrounded by depths of water.
Beside her his chest heaves up and down slowly, filling and deflating like a balloon.
Her legs ache to be stretched, the tension in her muscles locking together like rusty gears.
She gives in, dipping her toe into the water, grazing the side of his skin.
And as she stretches she turns, diving into the water completely, the comfort of another human being.
Head on his chest, right leg curled over his, arms wrapped around his body like a sweater.
"There she is," he breathes, smiling through closed eyes. She curls further into him.