After we felt each others skin
and kissed each others neck one last time,
we then started to talk about our childhood as we drifted to sleep.
I remember talking about preschool,
stories we were read to as children,
and then suddenly we both became quiet
and drifted to sleep.

I awoke with a small startle for two reasons.
The first from having slept in a place other than my own bed.
The second is that I was in the bed alone.
But soon after, I heard something sizzling on the stove.
I sleepily turned myself over
and squinted my eyes to see him making breakfast.
On the armchair, I noticed a small note
that wasn’t there the night before.
It was sweet.
Nothing has ever felt so good as falling asleep with you in my arms.
(I swooned.)

Ten minutes later as I continued to “sleep”,
he came over and laid right by me.
For the next four hours,
we laid there having tickle and kissing fights,
snuggled, talked, all those things,
and it was wonderful.

You know… he said to me.
*I don’t usually spend my whole day in bed,
but this is completely okay with me.