Crawling into bed, I arrange the pillows so they are like another body next to mine.
It seems like a sad little thing to do. Yet, this is how I get to be next to you.
The only warmth I get is that from my own body. It takes so long for me to get warm.
The warmest thing I have are my thoughts of you.
I start to think of how warm your body would be next to mine. Of how your skin would
feel heating mine. Of how your breath would caress my hair.
My music lulls me to sleep. The drums sound like a beating heart. I imagine it is your heart
beat next to my ear. A strong rhythmic sound. With each note of the organ, I imagine
your fingers along my skin, smooth and graceful. Stroking each key.... stroking me.
No more reading, no more imagination. My eyes close, and I drift to sleep dreaming of you
next to me.
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