Nothing can invade this nest, this sweet place where we are set apart from the rest of the world. There is only the sound of our breathing; no ticking clocks, no chorus of voices demanding an explanation, a definition. Just a tangle of limbs and white blankets, heavy with the surrender of sleep.
In my dreams we walk in faraway places, lush islands and cobblestone streets and snowy forests. We talk and laugh and lift our eyes toward the heavens, awed by the beauty of sapphire blue skies, ancient architecture, pine needles blanketed in snow. And this delicious freedom. And each other.
During the night I wake to the tap-tap of rain on the windows, still tangled up with you, and then I am cradled into sleep again, back to my dreams – back to you.
