Last night while we slept, I woke up with every breeze through the open window or every creak of the building or every shift of my dreams, or whatever it was that eased me awake, and when I stirred you moved also, and I felt you reach out and touch me gently--on my leg, on my arm, on my stomach--like you were just checking to see if I was still there, reassuring yourself. Which made made me smile and feel soothed, and helped me fall back into my stuttering sleep again and again and again.
Posted by thevieve at April 13, 2006 1:10 PM