Sometimes, he'll wave me closer, and when I lean in, smother his face in my hair, breathe deeply, and freeze. I can actually feel him smiling in my hair. And, when he pulls back, eyes glazed and cattish grin, I know its time to take a nap with the rain tapping outside. Prop my bent leg over his hip, drifting, with my lips still on his forehead.
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