My Favorite time of day
is actually at night.
It’s those loving moments
just before sleep,
him coiled around my body.

I cherish those last grasps at waking life.
The way his body fits to mine
so perfectly, so kind.
Our skin barely brushing
but it’s calming none the less.

I love hearing his voice
hushed and full of sleep
whispering his love for me
before we both drift off.
The words come

with a familiar grace
I have only found with him.
The sound of his shallow breaths
lull me to sleep
like a soothing summer breeze.

Those are the moments
that make the bad days alright,
that make everything worth while,
that make night
my favorite time of day.