Sunrise From Indigo
Change Your Mind: Lance
By Mariah

It's like a Folgers commercial or at least I hope it will be. You need to be out of bed. I'm making coffee in hopes that it will drag you downstairs. It's morning and we're at home. We're in our new home. Everything is settled. We're home.

Two mugs of coffee poured, cream and sugar added, and still no sign of you. I should have known this wouldn't work. I should have kissed you awake or something. That would have been romantic. Hey, it's still early and you're obviously still asleep. I can still do that. Kisses and coffee. How sweet. I think I've been watching too many movies.

I swipe two coasters on my way upstairs because I'm not willing to ruin any of the new furniture we bought. It took too long to pick it all out. I don't want to have to go on another shopping trip for at least a week. Okay, so I'm not that funny. It's true, no matter what you say.

Of course, you're still sprawled on the bed, having taken over my space as well as your own. I don't know how we ever sleep together comfortably. It's just one of those relationship mysteries.

"Joey."

You don't move a muscle. The only movement is the slow, steady rise and fall of your chest.

"Joey," I sing your name a little bit louder as I crawl onto the bed. You're going to get up whether you really want to or not.

"Joey." This time I punctuate it with a dry kiss on your slack lips. I feel your moan at the same time as I hear it. You can't hide now. "I want you to get up."

"Mmmm." You try to roll away but I've got you pinned. I've lived with you long enough that I know the routine. You're not going to get away that easily.

"Come on, Joey. It's morning."

"Tired."

"I know but it's morning. It's our first morning in our new house."

You open one eye at that and I see the smile on your lips. It's safe to sit back now. You aren't going anywhere.

"I made you some coffee."

"Just how I like it?"

"Of course." Leaning back, I reach for the two mugs. You prop yourself up in the bed, sinking back against the abundance of pillows you insisted on.

This is perfect. This is more than I could have ever imagined. Really. It's been days of moving, packing, arranging, and rearranging. But now we're alone on our first morning in our new house. "I'm glad you decided to wake up."

"Me too." There's that smile of yours. You're awake for sure.

"There's so much to do today." I laugh when your smile disappears suddenly.

"Like what?"

"You know we need to clean and make everything sparkle," I answer, sipping at the lukewarm coffee. It would have been better hot but I'm still glad I waited for you.

"I don't think I'm going to help you do that."

"Why not?" I'm trying not to laugh but you've got a pout that gives Brianna a run for her money.

"I had other plans for today." You hand your empty mug back. At least there's a little caffeine in your system now. You'll get out of bed soon enough.

"What do you want to do?" I don't want to leave the house but if you come up with something good, I might change my mind.

"Well, I was thinking we'd stay here in bed for a while and then maybe check out the guest rooms. Then possibly the bathrooms and then we could go downstairs. We've got all day."

You got me this time. I should just tell you that. But it's easier to stretch out next to you and bury my face in your shoulder. It's easier to hide my red face. You caught me off-guard and you know it. You always know it.

"You want to stay in bed with me?"

I'm not even going to look at you. You'll have to deal with a nod because that's all I'm going to give you.

"Good, I'm glad you changed your mind."

I'm glad, too. I didn't want to clean anything anyway. But you knew that. Sometimes I think you know everything.

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