'Thai Basil Eggs And You'

Enwrapped in their sweetness those summer mornings always left too soon. 
Morning light found us quick as the un-alarming sounds of soft voices singing met our ears. 
Wake up. You'd slide your hand on top of me gently touching my back. 
We'd share our morning thoughts and countless kisses. But not for long, i'd get up first. 
Heading up stairs shirtless, starting the coffee, and then barefoot I'd run down to the garden. Choosing carefully the perfect sprig of thai basil for the mornings eggs. 
And a small tomato to go with it some days. A large tomato would be too much for the two of us. We'd sit at the circle table in my kitchen eating our breakfast, rubbing our feet together like elementary students playing footsie. 
Those eggs were good eggs and those mornings were the best.