Catching Up Exhaustion slips over you like a shroud, the mini death come to claim you in the small h
Catching Up Exhaustion slips over you like a shroud, the mini death come to claim you in the small hours. A pre-emptive caress, ever so slightly weighing up the various curves and lines, preparing you for the larger sleep, the one you aren’t going to grumble out of at eight am. You’re peaceful, though, regardless of quite how morbid that might sound. It’s an unsettling kind of peace, that you might be that gone, and that out of it. To know that I did all that, and you’re just there, breathing ever so slowly, and not even thinking. I watch you because I’m concerned, but more because I’m absolutely fascinated. You’re the curiosity that has mysteries come off in waves. I stare at you the way I do because I still haven’t figured you out. Fingertips in your hair, and a hand on your belly. Head and stomach, the two points I’ll always go to first, to press down on, to hold. But when you’re gone, tired and asleep, you don’t react. There’s the slightest quiver in your brow, but that’s pretty much it. Just the echo of a sensation, sliding across your face. That’s enough, right now. It’s enough to know that you've received it, somewhere deep in the recesses of your slumber. I’m rambling because time is loose, and thought looser, when it gets late and only one of us has even managed to stay awake. It’s like you’re pulling me down with you, seeping sleep into the room, pumping it out like a gas. And I’ll join you, in time, when I’ve had my fill of you. So a while, then. -- source link
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