Even though he sleeps terribly with me in the bed:
I relax easily in his arms:
Feeling his breath against the nape of my neck,
Loving the feeling of his torso against my back,
My curves fitting well with his angles.
I quickly fall asleep,
Leaving him to listen to my sighs and mumbles,
Avoiding my cold feet against his shins,
His arms still sitting still at my waist.
Will this someday end? Someday will I wake, well rested and content in the mornings, to find him equally rejuvenated?
I'm no fortuneteller. Perhaps having a king bed would help.