I woke to his hot hands
resting on my stomach,
Just above the scars on my hips.
He looked down at me,
His eyes tracing my scars,
Sadness deep in his eyes.
You were crying in your sleep,
he explained.
His big tee shirt was pushed up slightly,
and he gently tugged it down, covering my belly.
*I wanted to comfort you.
As if this would happen.
It might be nice not to wake up alone after all my **** nightmares.