His arms curl around me. Branches, surrounding me, giving me roots.
I can feel his familiar body behind me, moulding to my shape. I can feel him breathing on the back of my neck. Warm, regular breathing, lulling me to unconsciousness.
In this cocoon of arms and legs I am safe. I am not alone.
The alarm pierces the fug of sleep.
I slowly wake up and stretch across the empty bed.
Another day has begun.
That was a nice drive by. Dreaming is free.
Ahh…been there x
Sorry you feel bad. Break ups suck. Cliches suck too, but time is a healer and all that positive crap.
Long time since I’ve been THERE…
A couple of years now…
thats the point where you usually wake up cuddled to the pillow..x
Or put a different spin on it.
You awake, stretch luxuriously across your bed. The absence of tangling limbs brings a smile to your face – as does the absence of a noseful of Morning Breath. You totter to the bathroom not seeing the bathroom mess he’s left – not seeing it because it’s not there…
I could go on, I’ve shared flats/houses/student digs with enough people.
I’d go with Brennig Jones; torturing yourself is bad, m’kay. Please feel happy soon.
“In this cocoon of arms and legs I am safe”. But you weren’t. Not that last, horrible night. And that’s the point.
Hang on in there.
xx
Beautiful.
All –
’twas a dream. Don’t know who “he” was but “he” was there none the less. And it was rather nice.
I’m doing fine kiddies – but thank you for the lovely thoughts