September 25, 2012

My dearest,

This is bedtime and beyond. Dreaming has begun. Our dreams don’t cross; they are separate the way we are separate beings. No matter. Our limbs more than make up for it. Tangling and untangling. The sheets around our bodies.

And also the gentle snoring, waves of communication between our separate dreams. We murmur in our sleep.

Yours, ever and always.