Morning

by Aimee Jaskot

Sleeping before an open window,
I woke to the dawn
tickling my feet.
Rolling my body into
the fleecy protection of my blanket,
I snoozed comfortably,
wrapped in invisible arms
I could feel
only in the thick cloud of my dreams.
I snuggled closer to my absent man
as he whispered his love
silently in my ear.
I felt his warm touch through the blanket
and his hand
moving slowly up my side until
it came to rest lightly on my face.
I moved to kiss it,
but my lips found only
empty air and sunbeams.