Advent Calendar '07: Day 14
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On the day that I turned thirty-eight years old, I awoke to heaven.
Dark tousled hair filled my mouth and nose. A heavy arm was draped over my side, fingers were clenched tightly in the neck of my shirt, and a strong knee was jammed into my thigh. None of the blankets were on my side of the bed any longer, either wrapped ( Read more... )
On the day that I turned thirty-eight years old, I awoke to heaven.
Dark tousled hair filled my mouth and nose. A heavy arm was draped over my side, fingers were clenched tightly in the neck of my shirt, and a strong knee was jammed into my thigh. None of the blankets were on my side of the bed any longer, either wrapped ( Read more... )
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GREAT.
I pulled back enough so I could watch his face, the lines of the pillow pressed into his cheek as he shifted in my arms with a quiet mumble. I traced the lines of his features with my eyes, and then with the tip of my forefinger; brushing down his forehead, trailing between his eyes and tracing along the line of his nose.
*sigh* What a way to wake up!
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