You’re snoring next to me;
I’m wide awake but unsure if
I want to leave this space..
Our room is freezing;
I’m tucked under the comforter
thinking.. “if I get up, I need to get
dressed...maybe I’ll order a smoothie..”
and then it’s like you’ve read my mind
because you reach out and drag me
into you like now we're just one piece
of something too beautiful to walk
away from..so I stay.

ReBecca DeFazio | More Than a Flower