Morning that smell like his skin; warm familiar and sweet.
Arms that fit around me without bruising.
Someone who appreciates silence as much as I do.
I wake up easily when I'm here, rest finds me and my mind wanders into peaceful sleep much faster.
It's when I'm awake that fear strikes me in the face, fear of what it will be like when it ends.
But I try not to dwell; for dwelling makes me weak and fearful.
And this I shall not become again.
Arms that fit around me without bruising.
Someone who appreciates silence as much as I do.
I wake up easily when I'm here, rest finds me and my mind wanders into peaceful sleep much faster.
It's when I'm awake that fear strikes me in the face, fear of what it will be like when it ends.
But I try not to dwell; for dwelling makes me weak and fearful.
And this I shall not become again.
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