Friday, 15 November 2013


It is when he is asleep that I am able to indulge in my most secret doting.  His chest against my back, his arm draped over my body, my hand in his securely tucked under my chin.  I can hear his soft, regular breathing, know he is at peace, yet even in sleep he is protective.  

I have never felt so cherished by anyone as I do here, in the circumference of his body.  There are no more bad dreams, and for this...for this I settle against him a little closer, hold his hand a little tighter, breathe a little slower, blissed out in the dark that comes just before morning.

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