I had big, important things to discuss with you tonight. But it's late and I'm tired, and all I want to do is cuddle up with my head on your shoulder and your arms around me, and go to sleep. Is that okay with you?
I've had a nice, quiet, lovely day. Isaac sent the last of his clouds and storms to us, so the fibro kept me home this morning. I thoroughly enjoyed a day of doing nothing.
Tonight I want to keep doing nothing, but I want that intimate doing nothing of being cuddled up with you. So much was said without needing words - just snuggle my face into your left shoulder and feel your arms tighten around me, and know I was at home, safe, loved unconditionally, understood almost always, in my favorite place, where I had all that I ever wanted.
I think I'll lie down and pretend the pillow is your shoulder and your arms are around me. Hug me tight tonight,