The story of the other night....
I woke up cold and alone, and wished I was in bed with you. I can't tell you how many times that happened to me over the break. This, however, was different. I padded up the stairs with my bare feet and PJ's, shivering. It seems all too often like my body heat just leaves me until my bones are aching. I opened the door, attempting a quietness that no stumbling shaking sleepy fingers could ever achieve - and there you were, sleeping in my bed. If only this happened every time. I crawled into bed beside you, burrowing under the covers and trying to make my teeth stop chattering. You groaned softly, smiled without opening your eyes, drew me closer to you. I have to admit, I snuggled as close to you as I possibly could. You were warm and smooth and beautiful, intoxicated with sleep, and the cold left me immediately. I began falling asleep quickly, my breath synchronizing with yours, and I couldn't help but think : I wish this happened every time I missed you.