i have the time to sit back and think, and maybe not so much think, but remember. and once i was sleepy and close to slumber. and as my eyes began to get heavy, i could feel hands on my back, in a comforting, good sort of way. and waking up in the arms of another and realizing that morning had come all too soon, with the knowledge that life would eventually (and soon that day) return to normal...

i could tell you why my arms were cold and why i jumped out of bed so quickly to brush my teeth (morning breath is just not attractive at all), and i could tell you why some bodies just fit so well together (but really, i can't make sense of it), but others not. it's all an issue of safety, and from time to time, i'm allowed to feel safe in the comfort of certain arms, with certain kisses and certain feelings.