Sunday Morning

She sat on the sill of the living room window as I made breakfast. Sipping her tea and watching everyone scurry about four stories down, as if interested in each person passing through the intersection of Jasper and 102. As if she could almost glean some tangible insight into each, in the space of ninety seconds. Her face shifting from puzzlement to amusement, from reverence to astonishment.

I flipped her over-medium eggs, and looked up just as the sun peaked out from behind a cloud. Through the oversized white dress shirt, the silhouette of her breast curved beautifully in its natural and unadorned form.

The pale skin of her arms shown brightly at the edge which met the sun’s rays, and a few stray hairs were spun gold, glittering in the light. Her eyes squinted against the harshness, and her face became impossibly beautiful. The angle of her brows, the sun glinting off her lashes, and the little shine of her nose. One of those unmistakable beauties in the world, that is so incredible, though you can’t exactly put your finger on it.

I jumped a little when the toast popped up, and when I looked back the sun had vanished behind a cloud again.

No beauty lost at all in the exchange though, just shifted slightly. The golden hue of sun kissed skin, now a pale glow. The few dark shots of hair now starkly contrasted in a sea of blonde and gold. The shadows cast by the folds of the dress shirt, now outlining different attributes of her stunning body.

I buttered the toast, and dropped an egg onto each. She shifted, and one leg dangled over the edge of the sill, showcasing the sweeping curve of her calf. The dress shirt shifted now exposing the powerful thigh from hip to knee, and the lilies tastefully tattooed there.

I poured the bright orange juice into her glass, and she looks over when I opened the Champaign and added a swirling cascade of bubbles to her juice. I look up to see her looking at me. With a slight tilt to her head, it seemed as if she could see right into me with those piercing hazel eyes, as if summing up the entirety of who and what I am inside and out.

I meet her eyes, and a kind smile formed at the corners of her pretty mouth.

“It’s ready.” I said. Watching her unfold her sleek body, and make her way to the table.