You

In the moment between stirring and waking, when my mind is fuzzy, I think of you.

Eyes closed, I can feel your skin, my left hand on your thigh, my right cradling your head, your hair tickling my face.

Your smell fills me.

I feel you shift your sleeping body against me.

I pull you close and kiss your shoulder.

In that moment I am lost in the wonderful void.

With you.

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