Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Gliding into a cool bed on a cold evening, sliding my feet between his thighs to keep warm. My hand easing into his, to absorb the warmth. It is the same ritual almost every night. We have been doing it for years. We face each other, I'm scrunched up into a foetal position to keep warm, he is in the typical spooning position, and when we start falling asleep we shift, once. I stretch out onto my tummy, and he stretches out onto his side facing away from me. His feet come looking for mine and we sleep undisturbed with our ankles and calves interlocked until we dream. From there the memories fade, but we keep close contact for most of the night until early morning. I need my space in the morning and he doesn't usually disturb me. He respects my mornings.