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Cuddling, then, is always a welcome respite. With cuddling you don’t have to DECIDE anything, or waste anything, or think much or very hard about anything. My latest favourite feeling in the world is the feel of the warmth of skin on skin: I reach for him like a bolster, our legs twining perfectly together, my cheek pressed against the warm bulk of his chest… and it is the best feeling, it is the most precious feeling, even half an hour is softly iridescent between the sheets. It is an amazing thing, too, to look on somebody’s (well beloved) face when they are sleeping and realize how very strange it all is; how very strange that we fall in love with complete strangers and make their minds, their glances, the gaps between their fingers our own; and then the glasses are on our eyes and we can never again see them as anything other than beautiful.