On A Good Day...
Sometimes I will wake up to find that he is still sleeping. His face will be calm or, if I am exceedingly lucky, there will be the smallest smile upon his lips. On those days I will wait, I will watch as he slowly wakes. I will kiss him and he will smile, not with his lips but with his eyes. And I will be happy because of the glow I see in those blue eyes.
On those days he will chose his own clothing, picking out those that fit him, which cling to his form. Perhaps I will catch him looking in the mirror as he brushes his hair.
As always I will guide him, leading him down the stairs to our breakfast table. On those good days he will eat, picking out his favorite food. I am always the one who carries the conversation, but on those days he will speak with me and, if we are lucky, then he will laugh.
On those rare golden days he will leave the table and open the windows so that the sun shines in upon his sanctuary. He will sit and push back the cover of his piano. With a smile on his face