I lay in our bed, and consider getting up. But that is a battle I’m losing and don’t really mind playing victim to. The holiday mode has won me over instantly and I am just going along with it sympathetically. It’s 11:30 in the morning and the weather outside is grey and wet. She is asleep next to me. Time is passing slowly and we slink into an embrace, playing spoons and staying warm from the world outside. Her skin is soft, and warm to touch under our quilt. So, here is where we remain.
I prefer it this way, I thought, being happy and lazy in our bed together over spending that time alone in thought.
We continued to embrace and get lost in conversation in half sleepy states, as the day continues to melt away slowly. This mode is one that is perfect. Spending time with the grrl is never time that is ever spent, but more like time earned.
- heart missing?