Unspoken Comforts

One of the things I miss the most about sharing my bed is being so close to someone that you can hear their heartbeat reverberate through their chest. Having the skin of your cheek touch their naked chest while they rhythmically breath in and out and the beating of their heart lulls you into a relaxation that very little can compete with. Or the way their heart may jump just a little as you trace patterns on their stomach or collar bones... The strong, protective grasp that makes you feel completely warm and safe inside. It those simple things that make it worth all of the unavoidable difficulties that come with sharing your life with someone. Something I miss terribly in my life, but for now I will have to settle with the snoring of an amazing bulldog and a mound full of pillows to cradle me.

~K