I bask in her warmth. My mind holds those moments that are special because they are our moments. There is a certain calmness that stills my heart.
The night drifts by. Time is a ceiling fan counting by whoosh sounds. Light stays at bay.
My dreams morph. Subtly I’m drawn away. Her face warn and kind grows. Her smile looks more relaxed. I twist to better see whay keeps me whole.
The warmth returns. Strange white shiny walls curve up from below. I feel like am burning. Parts of me break free and float off. Her smile twists more profound.
Being someone cup of tea is not always good