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I'm sitting here in the Honeymoon Suite at the Disneyland resort... and I'm watching him sleep. He wanted to go back out to the park today, but I don't have the heart to wake him up. I'm quite content watching him sleep.
He's on his stomach, one arm under the pillow the other pressed lightly against his cheek. His mouth is open a little and everytime he breathes it flutters a peice of hair that fell down onto his face. He looks like a little boy, innocent and unscarred. I can tell he snuck out for a cigarette last night, the smell still lingers around him. But he also smells like coconut and his cologne... I can't quite place it, but it's nice. I love just laying in bed and watching him... Infact, I think I'm going to go back there now....
There's nothing like snuggling under satin sheets and a comforter....
He's on his stomach, one arm under the pillow the other pressed lightly against his cheek. His mouth is open a little and everytime he breathes it flutters a peice of hair that fell down onto his face. He looks like a little boy, innocent and unscarred. I can tell he snuck out for a cigarette last night, the smell still lingers around him. But he also smells like coconut and his cologne... I can't quite place it, but it's nice. I love just laying in bed and watching him... Infact, I think I'm going to go back there now....
There's nothing like snuggling under satin sheets and a comforter....