In bed...
Feel the embrace of the cold sheets
“Sweet dreams, pumpkin.”
He "Grunts" in the dark
Pull the bedclothes close,
touch my neck, touch my face.
“Kisses and hugs.”
"Grunt"... softly in the dark.
Our hands find each other
“Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
"Grunt, grunt."
The dark is comforting, bracing, touching.
Listen for his first snore in the dark.
Wait for it.
Expect it.
Love it.
The cold air dances on my face.
I sink into sleep.
