The Nightgown
It is the power of the restraint that reaches into my slumber and pulls me from it. I am aware of my breathing changes as I become awake and I know with certainty he is awake also. Lying on my left side in the dark of the room, he is on his left side also as we spoon in the middle of our bed. Our bed, what a wondrous thought. Eyes still closed I inventory. His naked front to my nightgowned back. His cheek resting on my hair fanned over the pillows, a fragrant silken pillow case. His breath warm...