She rolls over, half awake, but wishing she wasn’t. Her body curls around mine, damp with sweat, and I gently wipe a few strands of hair from her mouth. We still fit. I wasn’t sure we still did, but we do.
She rolls over, half awake, but wishing she wasn’t. Her body curls around mine, damp with sweat, and I gently wipe a few strands of hair from her mouth. We still fit. I wasn’t sure we still did, but we do.
Precious! I love this post.