I didn't sleep alone last night.
Maybe I regret it now. I'm not sure.
It isn't something I normally do.
It was uncomfortable.
And hot.
Pressed up against me,
Ignoring my attempt to move away.
I meant to sleep alone.
I tried to say no.
But with my emotions currently in shreds,
And my heart sad,
I must have been feeling quite lonely.
The sadness kills you,
But the loneliness blurs your thoughts.
My bedmate was affectionate.
Perhaps more than I wanted.
And my morning greeting?
A wet lick to the face
Before she burrowed back under the covers
And sighed her little sigh.
And I know she'll always love me.
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puppy love.
Damn right! :)
Daisy loves her mama. She told me so.
She loves her Auntie Leah a whole crapload too! That's right. A WHOLE crapload.
Am I supposed to read this and think you had some random guy in your bed? Cause I did.
Yeah.
You're kinda sposed to, I guess.
But ta-daaa, it was my Daisy! Aw, gosh.
I didn't buy it for a second. You're going to a nunnery.
I just might.
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