Sleep. I remember sleep. It's this thing I used to do before I met you. The very first night I met you, I barely slept a wink. When I visited you, I was awake before you woke, and asleep long after you went to bed. I didn't want to miss a minute of you. Even across the pond you keep me awake. 3 in the morning, and I'm DMing you. Talking about visiting later.
Yet, we nap together. You starting out in the crook of my arm, yours splayed over my chest. Nestled. Or spooning, your feet against my legs. And on waking, kisses and cuddles and caresses.
I can't keep my eyes open. Now I join you in the land of Nod. Will you fuck me when I get there? Or will we sink into each other and dream within a dream?
I love this post. Such a wonderful feeling to want to be with someone so much that you don't want to sleep. *sigh* I remember that feeling.
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