A repost from about 6 years ago...
There is a time of day that is neither light or dark, morning or night, just a few magical moments where we are two spoons nestled together in a drawer.
Time stops when I feel her torso pressed into mine, my hand resting lightly on her body, the weight of my arm on her ribcage. Our breathing in sync, there is only this moment, this time.
All things fade away. The problems of yesterday are gone. Today has yet to start, There is no IPhone, e-mail, no alarm clocks, no schedule, no obligations, no to-do lists. We exist only in this moment
The daily energy exchange has become mandatory to survive the next 24 hours. Intimate moments that fuel my day. Going back in my mind until we can start the cycle again, tomorrow morning.
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