it may be that i love him best in the mornings. quiet soft when he is asleep. when i touch him to wake, he does not close, does not draw out of dreaming, simply rouses enough to throw an arm around me. draws me in.
it may be that i love him best in the mornings. quiet soft when he is asleep. when i touch him to wake, he does not close, does not draw out of dreaming, simply rouses enough to throw an arm around me. draws me in.