Fifteen Minutes In The Morning
I finish my bath.
He gets out of the bed, where he's brought her to snuggle.
The door is closed.
I hear the sound of water running.
I hope it doesn't wake her.
She smells like morning and
talks sometimes in her sleep and
then giggles and
worry (because I can't live without her) and
urine (because you don't change the diaper when you want to snuggle)
fifteen minutes in the morning.
His shower is over.