Breath

I notice MB’s body stir in the darkness as he wakes. I will mine to move, and deposit myself squarely on top of him, arms and legs on the side, my head resting against his chest, like a baby clinging on. He checks a couple of chats before setting the phone aside and bringing his arms around, in something of a loose hug.

We lie in silence. I feel my body and spirits raise with every breath of his. This was home. This felt right.

I let the calm slowly spread across my heart.

…

I do not understand what exactly it is that’s driving me to sleep so much – physical exhaustion or mental stress. I love to sleep, always have. But this is different. I find myself incapable of working, incapable of staying up to do anything.