Back
she is snuggled in
nesting
she shifts her hips
slightly
the position found she begins
snoring
soft slow rhythmically she
flows
drawing me up a lazy
stream
a gentle dream drifts off
sleep
a jarring jolt from the
deep
awake if only somewhat
confused
at her contented sigh and ice cold
feet
WDF
love the word flow.
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