Your left hand was nestled underneath my right bicep as it circled your head
and the pillow you collapsed against. The tilt of your head lulled your face
towards the crook of my arm and nested your cheek against my breast. I could
see your eyelids flutter to sleep as your right hand rested over the cleave of
my breast and you exhaled into my breath. “This
is heaven,” I think to myself, “This
is what all the heartache in the world is for.”
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