Awake in the late hours. Holding you. Remembering the first time we did that. Present fears eating me. Clinging to that first moment we woke up with one another…
So much light in the room, in so many senses. The gratitude of that morning… something I committed to remembering then in that moment.
Because I refocused on that moment until I woke up this morning… to sunshine in that very same room.
Extra dog in bed… all of us akimbo. Fucking smell of Frito lay chips and all.