Wednesday, January 28, 2009
 | OK there are a hundred things that I should do today. Finish editing the book. Scrub the floors. Shovel the steps before I break my neck. Write something for class (altho technically I guess this would fit that bill)...... But all I can think of is luring you back into the feather bed with me. Turning up the heat and shucking off the clothes. Just lying there with you, skin pressed together. Taking in the oddly muffled quiet that comes with a snow day. Listening to you breathe. Snuggling in closer, wrapping one body around another and fading contentedly into the snow dream. Sigh...... |
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