I’m in that warm, soft, sweet spot between wake and sleep. I’m drifting, weightless. I hear the soft pattering of rain on the roof. I can hear your breathing, softly, beside me.
I want to stay in this limbo, drifting, floating. But the sounds of the day continue to intrude.
You turn in your sleep, throwing an arm over me. You pull me close. I smile, snuggling and pushing back into the curve of your middle.
To know you want me close, even in your sleep, is the reason for the smile on my face.
I’m drifting again. You surround me, encompass me. I can smell the rain, the grass and your skin.
This moment… you, me and the rain on the roof.
Beautifully put!
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Thank you
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Reblogged this on Penny Wilson Writes and commented:
This makes me wish for a lazy afternoon to snuggle. This one’s from 2015. I hope you enjoy. ❤
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Reblogged this on Annie's Heart Notes and commented:
This is so beautiful I could read it over and over and love it every time.
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Wow. Thank you so much Annie!! And thank you for the reblog!
It’s funny how somethings come to me. This was fiction, just an idea because of recent rain. But I fell into the fantasy and had fun with it.
Thank you again!
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You’re welcome, Penny. Almost everything I write is fiction. It’s a safe way to purge my heart. The lovely moment you created only showcases your talent.
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elegantly intimate
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Thank you Paul!
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