Today, when I could… do nothing

I wondered if in fact, 

it was so, and so 

I rolled over and touched 

her peaceful cheek.

When she woke we spoke

of dinner menu choices-

being of differing tastes

we went forth and back…

slowly, as we pulled up 

first the sheet then the blankets.

 

Wrinkles smoothed, 

bedspread eyeballed even

pillows plumped, we then turned 

to throw pillows. Aptly named accents

to our bedroom decor they are;

kept in an overnight pile

on my side of the bed-

here comes the fun!

 

Picking a larger one I wind- 

up, aiming for her middle- 

the larger aim is to puff

her shoulder-length locks 

away from her face 

with a whoosh of wind

and only that whoosh

as the flat side of the pillow 

smacks her belly.

We smile,

arriving at our shared 

dinner decision.