What part of your morning routine takes the longest?

“She was addictingly nice to cuddle with. It could be 3 in the morning or 3 in the afternoon on the sofa with nothing but the sound of her breathing and the cool February breeze swifting through the window and then gliding at our tangled skin. She smelled nice most of the time, even without the cologne, which she often shared with me so we can sniff each other when there was nothing else to do but cuddle. And I love the way she smiles when she’s in my arms and my legs are on top of her legs and she’s happy and I’m happy and that’s all we could ever be when the rest of the world feels warm and lovely and all I know is I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Right there in the miracle of her arms, every day, forever, always.”

“Where do you go when you go quiet?”

list of thing’s i can’t deal with