Thursday, March 12, 2009

Holding on

I woke several times through the night, but each time I woke, I woke to find his arm wrapped tightly around me. It was as though he was afraid I might disappear should he let go. I felt better; there was no where else I wanted to be.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

He needs to mark you... maybe some Dutch oven action?

melody said...

You know that couch you sleep on when you crash at my place?

Torqued.

Yeah...riiiiiiight there.

Anonymous said...

Ugh! I feel... dirty...