I love waking in his warm embrace, no care and no worries because this is Monday and Monday allows me no harm, no worry. Monday allows me to sleep against him, never moving, never complaining. He coos me gently, urging me to relax, to sleep and to enjoy Monday. He smiles when I finally open my eyes, rejuvenated from the others. Only Monday treats me so well.
He dresses me gently in my favorite flowing dress, he leaves my hair down to dance free and wild and he slips each meaningful piece of jewelry onto it's rightful place against my skin. We sit then at the kitchen table, drinking Chai and soaking in the warmth of Monday's secret recipe. We prepare for the day without haste because this is Monday and Monday allows no hurry, no worries, only peace...calm, gentle peace.
He surrounds me with things that I love. We shop and we walk, we explore and we photograph, we write and we sing, we play and we eat. Monday pulls me into a surrender to the true essence of myself, guiding me towards the center of my being, pulling and tugging at who I know to be.
He kisses my chin, my forehead, my eyelids. He brushes his fingers against my arms, my legs, my feet. He pushes into my soul, creating a special place that will always be for him...just for him. He will stay with me the rest of my life.
He lays me down, he cups my body close to his. He whispers sweet stories into my ear about the Monday to come and he promises that he will take care of Tuesday's lack of rest, Wednesday's early hours, Thursday's laundry, Friday's sore feet, Saturday's late night and Sunday's housework. He promises and urges as I slip into sleep.
I wake up to Tuesday pushing me from my warm, comfortable bed. I count down the days, the hours, the minutes until I see Monday again. Six, one hundred and fourty-four, eight thousand six hundred and forty. I count and I wait and I dream of the day that is Monday...