You wake under the weight of me, feel my hands on your face, and a shower of kisses raining down on you.
“What brought this on?”
I look at you in surprise. “Don’t you know what day it is?”
You pause. It is a dangerous question from a woman. Your mind races; Birthday? Anniversary? Special plans?…nothing.
“Today is the day I love you most.”
Again you pause, not sure if this a good thing.
“Until tomorrow, since I love you more each day.”