A daydream; Spring Fever; Signs

I lift up my head. It's morning, I can tell. I glance over at you. You're sleeping still, smiling softly in your sleep, sighing a little on occasion. I smile back, even though you obviously can't tell.
I grab the sheet that is bunched up at the end of the bed. We both don't like a made bed as much as we like a lived in one. I wrap it around me. Clothing seems to much of a hassle, but the air outside the bed is cold. The sheet does well. Crisp and clean and cool, but warming on my skin. I pad over to the tiniest kitchen in all of Manhattan, and put on the coffee maker. I remember when I first moved here, and how awful my coffee always was, and how you would drink it anyways, always.
I get a mug from the cupboard and fill it with water while I wait for the coffee to work it's way through the machine. I move from the kitchen to the fire escape. I slip through the window quietly, trying not to shift the curtains too much more than necessary. I stand on the escape. I'm high above the street. It must be close to 10oclock. The avenue below is in motion- all the little people moving into their little days and routines. I take a chug of my water, than splash the rest onto the street.

I feel an arm wrap around my waist as I move back, snickering to myself. I feel gentle pressure of a chest against my back, and smell fresh coffee.
I turn around and press my cheek onto your chest. I stand on my tip toes, kiss you, and steal your coffee.
You laugh and we watch New York move for a bit. Smoking and drinking acidic but much improved coffee.

Spring fever!
It's never affected me before, but lately, I'm starting to understand it.
Nothing I can describe. Just a feeling deep inside my bones.

FIND SIGNS WHERE THEY EXIST;
THEY HAPPEN MORE THAN YOU WOULD THINK.
KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN