Another 6am in front of the bathroom mirror. My skin has a bluish pallor. There is a red handprint on my stomach, the outline of his fingers clearly visible in the harsh bathroom light. He holds me tight while I sleep.
10am in bed, and he's mooching in his sleep. He lifts his head from my chest to roll over and I trace the perfect red impression his ear has left on my shoulder. I think about breakfast, and my worries evaporate in the fading seashell sworls.
10am in bed, and he's mooching in his sleep. He lifts his head from my chest to roll over and I trace the perfect red impression his ear has left on my shoulder. I think about breakfast, and my worries evaporate in the fading seashell sworls.
