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Comfort is a debatable topic. I lay far enough away to give you your space but close enough to smell the beer on your breath. I can't find places for all of my body parts because I wish they were intertwined with yours. I want to stretch my arm over your back and wrap my legs around yours, but your posture tells me to keep my distance. Waiting is a game, and I'm all out of continues. Rolling over to face my back to you does not eliminate the sound of your breathing or the warmth coming from your body. My arm starts to go numb from laying in one position, afraid of disturbing you, so I drift slowly back toward the middle of the bed, only to feel you tense up again. The bed could be a mile long and I'd still feel the sheet stiffen on your side. I give up attempting attachment and resign to balancing myself on the edge of my side, taking comfort in your rhythmic breathing while struggling to contain the gaps in mine.
-Shan
-Shan