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Laying on the grass looking up at the sky, I can't help but wish I could reach out and touch it. The darkest blue, lit with twinkling light. I let the calm of the night air move through and over me.
I love the way he sleeps, on his belly his arms bent and his hands curled near his face as he lays on his side* blissful sleep. That is what I see. Eye lashes fanned across cheeks as he sleeps and every now and then he makes a little noise as if he is content.
I could watch him sleep for hours. But he needs to make coffee.
I love the way he sleeps, on his belly his arms bent and his hands curled near his face as he lays on his side* blissful sleep. That is what I see. Eye lashes fanned across cheeks as he sleeps and every now and then he makes a little noise as if he is content.
I could watch him sleep for hours. But he needs to make coffee.