#devoted partner

Having my back scratched is one thing I miss the most. The relief from the itch that only the touch of your nails could bring. The same nails, on the same hands, jolt me back to life whenever I wander off where my nightmares lurk or when sleep apnea siphons the air out of me. Even in our dimly lit room, I can make out those eyes and what a safe harbor means; those two orbs are mine. I hope and…