Feels like home

"I like mornings like this," you say as I shift myself closer.

And I've always been scared, but I want to promise you things.

So many things.

That I'll wake you up for work, and on time.

That I'll sort out the sheets in the morning, because I actually like doing it.

That I'll pick up the juice and yoghurt, when we're running low.

That you can come home to me.