morning, my love

Is there anything more difficult than leaving a sleeping girl in your bed? I’m sure there is. But in those brief, so very brief, moments—watching her sleep, eyelids fluttering softly, the edge of one soft nipple poking out from blue sheets—it feels like the most difficult thing in the world.

One Response to morning, my love

  1. dylan says:

    This is so beautifully written, I know this exact feeling. I chuckled to myself after I read it though, because the first time I read it (right after you wrote it), I smiled and knew exactly what you felt. Couldn’t imagine anything harder. Today when I read it, I know something harder… leaving two sleeping girls in your bed. :)

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