3 32 AM
My hand is on your belly – feeling the slight move of it with the rhythms of your breathing — the gentle sounds of the steady inhale and exhale of a woman at peace is so relaxing to my ear. The sun has not even awaken, but my eyes are open and peering in the darkness. I raise my head a little to see the red digital light of the clock on your side of the bed – and it says 3:32am – it is still so early — I move my hands to your hip that holds the sheet as a canopy over your body and mine. I fell...