Its early in the morning.....

She is dreaming.. and suddenly there is a warm presence on her face, its fingers. She knows their his after years of holding them in her hands. He smooths his soft hands across her face and she delights in it pretending to sleep. He starts at her chin, brushes across her lips and moves to her cheeks. He circles her cheeks over and over and over again. He covers her eyes and outlines her eyebrows. Finally he settles on her hair. Her natural hair. He run's his hands through every last detail. Playing with her African curls. For what seems like forever she keeps her eyes closed wondering if he knows she has been awakened. As he repeats his journey from chin to hair she finds delight on the inside...on the inside where her heart is, when he meets the end destination at her hair. Though it is all fascinating there is a deep satisfaction in her heart that he finally touched something so intimate without her request.

Its early in the morning......

He is touching her hair.