Jan 11, 2016
I like to imagine mornings with mink in two ways One is that we spend the night snuggling together and when the time comes for him to get ready for work, he carefully slips his way out of the snuggle, so as to try not to wake me. It doesn't work and i whine about the sudden coldness and lack of husband snuggles, and before he leaves he wraps me in an extra blanket, brushes the hair away from my face and gives me a goodbye kiss The other is similar to that except i do actually get out of bed briefly and sleepily catch him by the door and give him a proper kiss before he goes. I then return to bed.
