By skyforbes 
The bed lies next to the window. It is parallel and right up against the window that separates you from the vista of the Manhattan skyline. A silicon shield that keeps you safe from the elements and from falling multiple scores of floors. It is a peaceful opening to sunny skies and a protector from the furies that can arise.
As you lay under the bright white sheets tangled in your legs this morning, you have beaten your alarm to watch the Sunrise. It turns the sky from a cobalt blue to various orange, yellow, and fiery red hues. The Sun is rising and trying to beat back the dark graphite clouds quickly massing and moving across the horizon.
You can barely hear the car honk duet rolling across the asphalt below as your eyes open. It is not the Sun that has awakened you and entices you to look out across the concrete jungle. Instead, it is another element of this world that has lapped against the silicon shield in gentle strokes and violent spats that has made you open your eyes from the dream of being intertwined.
You realize that the dark graphite clouds are not actually massing. Still, instead, they are moving quickly as they unleash their burden. That burden is the collection of moisture that has given them colour, shape, and purpose resulting in the release. It is the same with the clouds, like tension under intense stress that will inevitably explode with a vibrant passion unless eased through a release valve. They have a deep desire to let go and, ultimately, water the world below. So, as the rain rages against your shield, you awaken at this very moment.
The inconsistency of the gentle strokes to the torrents of rage has made you open your eyes. The world, even this concrete jungle, is a tempest in a teacup and then some. Although the weather in New York can be more than both, it can be life-changing. (Your mind harkens back to previous moments being in the city. Yet, now is not one of those times. Instead, it is challenging.) With this knowledge, you turn to your side to let the rising Sun bathe your eyes and face in its kisses while the rain that you may or may not have woken up finishes its fury against your transparent pane.
Wrapped in the bright white sheets, protecting you from the cool air conditioned by the miracles of modernity, with your head slightly buried in the pillows that support you, the landscape of New York starts to come to life under the light and passing rain. You can feel the warmth of a partner behind you. Two spoons in the drawer, and you are the little one of the two. Wrapped in an embrace.
You shift your legs and hear the soft sounds of the blankets move with you. That shift is a familiar one. It is the shift of drawing the bigger spoon, the person behind you to intertwine their legs with yours. You pull the covers tighter over your bare back, shoulders, and chest, like your partner pulling your upper half closer into them as they wrap their arms around you. Legs intertwined. Torso wrapped in warmth. Heads nestled closely together. Spooning. The Sun rises with warm colours that chase away the cold and lighten a path to endless possibilities. The rain and dying of the darkness of night rail against its end.
You are entombed in the warming, intertwining embrace. Your legs gently shift while you continue to bury your head and upper torso into the warmth. Your eyes are wide open, taking in the view and letting your mind wander as it wants to do. In these moments of vulnerability and being “in the moment,” you feel your most alive, scared, bold, doubtful, confident, and vulnerable.
You shrink and curl up just at the thought… you… vulnerable.
It is at that moment the arms of the bigger spoon should consume you into a deeper reaffirming hold. Your legs, their legs, are intertwined beyond a mere chance… neigh… they are meant to be. Your mind, heart, and soul are cared for, honoured, and seen… the real you.
Oh! To be seen! To be held! To be honoured! To be met!
The rain is really making a show of it as the Sun pushes higher into the sky. The window is the stage for the weather. You take a deep sigh as you watch it all unfold as the reality of your situation is that you are alone in this bed. Only the pillows and blankets are what bring you any semblance of a coupled experience. Well… and your mind. Business travel can be so cruel at times.
Now, fully awake in your room from the rain against your window, you realize the coupling/spooning you felt was all self-induced. It does not belittle the experience; it only serves to heighten to your attention what you really want… to be coupled during experiences of solace and beauty. To be seen. Like the Sun rising on the horizon while the rain beats against the window. All the while, you are wrapped in bright white sheets.