text: I hear the insects chirping outside... Morning here is always enjoyable, beautiful even, yet it's never gets easier to wake up this early. Her hair was in my face all night, but it wasn't bothersome. It smelt like flowers, or a Sunday drive with the windows down - brisk, clean, refreshing. My arm had gone slightly numb from resting it under her neck. I swear... Normally, it seems that she has hollow bones. Her frame so delicate, like a bird, but her feathers are nowhere to be found. She can still fly circles around me, though. Today it's cold and I try not to wake her with my movement. She needs her sleep. She works hard and needs to stay focused when awake. My gear is tossed in the corner of her room, per usual. Quiet and clumsy, I get my running shoes and backpack. My wristwatch glows 6:16 a.m. We will reunite by the evening. I open the door, but not before gently kissing her forehead. She mutters something. I'm not quite sure what she said. I respond, "See you soon, beautiful.