• I hand him his glasses from the set in shelf and ask for one more kiss. He leaves, leaving me his favorite blanket, a sweet gesture. I click my phone one last time, the digits read straight across and swipe at my eyes. Lying down in a strangely soft but boyishly rough blanket I let out a silent sob, enough to allow my lungs to fill with air once more before I try again to silence the tears. I snuggle into the blanket, smelling his scent as I start to calm and finally drift into a sleep. In the morning I wake in almost the exact position, my arms pulled tightly to my chest, a bit of blanket in my hand and over my shoulders. The sun is peaking in, and I can hear the bathroom door click as he steps in to shower. I hear a click once more, and then the door leading out close. I nestle back in and doze, waking again to his bright blue eyes with their specks of silver and his hand gently placed on my cheek. I move over some and he takes the space I leave. He kisses my cheek and then my lips. We doze some, close together, and wake to kiss more and speak to one another. Our kisses become more frequent and we begin to engage in that wonderful act we both so enjoy. He kisses my clavicle and the top of my chest as I swoon. Quote of the Day: ~"Hold fast to your dreams, for without them life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly."~ --Langston Hughes

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