Volk

It's the morning. Or a later kind of morning than it was when we fell asleep. i wake, and the light pours straight down on my face from beneath your curtains and it hurts my eyes. I'd forgotten where I was. I blink and turn and next to me you lie facing me, curled up, eyes closed. 

You are so still. 

I turn back and away from you, pulling the blanket over my uncovered skin. I try not to wake you but I guess I do. 

Why am I awake, you ask. 

We can go back to sleep, I say. 

I turn back towards you and you are looking at me. 

The hair on your chest grows in spirals. 

I don't touch you even though I want to. 

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[Alicante lullaby]

a most dreamy scene created here woven in silken threads of tender longing...