I could have fallen asleep at 8.
But I didn't drag my weary
body and mind
from the embrace of that fat leather chair until nearly 10.
And then
As I burrowed into the fluffy perfection of my bed,
I murmured,
"Spoon me for a minute, Love..."
And I could see his smile through my eyelids,
so of course
so of course
he obliged,
and of course
spooning turned to forking,
as it always does.
And then I was wide awake
until 11,
and something woke me at 2.
I feel like an old, old woman today -
Foggy, slow...so, so tired,
yet shiny and new.
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