Saturday, February 23, 2013
108 Words for Saturday Centus
We
didn't snuggle right up to each other while sleeping together -
spooning was too sweaty for us, under our heavy comforter. But I
liked for our feet to be touching: my foot on bottom, the gentle
pressure of yours pressing down from above. And sometimes, our hands
would be touching too, above our heads, and I would imagine we made
the shape of a Hallmark heart. Sappy, huh? But I did. Your muscles
would flex a little just when you were letting go into full sleep. I
miss that. Without you around, I sleep like a baby: fitfully and
waking up every three hours grouchy and hungry.
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Beautiful commentary but sad that he's no longer around.
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DeleteEr, she was a she.
I am the he.
Guess I write like a girl...
lol.
Utt
such longing, great writing
ReplyDeleteNo, you write like a writer! Great take on the prompt!!
ReplyDeleteSo sad that hes gone!
ReplyDeleteLove that you have written it truly as the statement means: never have I had a baby that slept well ;) So the flipping, flopping, crying, etc is extremely accurate :)
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Kinda heartbreaking but I love sappy. Great take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteWow.
ReplyDeleteWow.
I am almost weepy from this.
Seriously. This guy should share his writing...I think he'd get the girl back!
This was awesome!