Some nights you are so much a part of me it’s like you are next to me in bed,
with your quiet breaths and occasional snores.
Other nights you seem like a dream.
So far from possibility.
But, then I think of your smell.
My face in you as we sleep.
Your hand around my breast,
my foot between your legs.
Drifting off with a constant awareness of the other person’s presence,
but somehow able to sleep soundly. A miracle!
Are both heavy and not important
at the same time.
Because no matter what,
your voice is there in the morning.
Rambling about the weather and coffee and music,
and it’s the start of another day.
Just your ordinary introvert exploring and writing about some of the things I love: travel, music, and being human.