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.