Making Coffee
I wake in a tangle of sheets and realise I’m in his arms. It’s warm, he’s warm, radiating love and light and I feel swaddled and safe. It’s hot outside too, I can feel the heat building and as I lay here in the grey light just a few moments awake, I know the heat is going to build to a white-hot zenith and we will escape into the cool together again later. I enjoy the moment, careful not to wake him so I breathe softly. I still can’t believe it, after all this time, the dream I wanted most of...
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