Stubble

   The blinds do little to keep the sunlight out as I open my eyes. The presence next to me shifts and I turn to look over at him. Everything except his head is covered by the comforter. He looks so peaceful I can't help but smile as I stretch, my fingertips brushing against the wall behind me.
   He wakes up and squints against the light of the room then closes his eyes, smiles in my direction, lovingly grumbles a good morning then pulls me to him and buries his face into my neck, his stubble rubbing against my collarbone, making me giggle and wrap my arms around him. I kiss his forehead and urge him to wake up.He groans, rolls me on top of him and gets up, bringing me up with him. Finally removing his face from my neck, gives me a good morning kiss, gets up from the bed, gently places me back on the comforter, and goes off to start the day. I stare after him before getting up to start the day with him.