23 November 2011

I hate that I'm tired always. Lids heavy and eyes unfocused. I hate that I have to attempt sleep earlier than him. Shutting him out behind my back. Easily ignoring the light and small noises.

My favorite is when he closes his laptop. The soft click rouses me from my light slumber, but I do not fully wake until he flips the light off and climbs back into bed. He wraps an arm around me and kisses my ear. I make small movements and noises, acknowledging him. He whispers "I love you." And I mumble it back to him with a smile. It's easy to sleep in his embrace.

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