Just Because It's All In Your Head Doesn't Mean It Isn't Real

Looking Through The Window

Okay, maybe I should set the context first.

This is a love story. Or, one could say a story about love. Or I could just go ahead and tell you all the truth that I'm secretly trying to manifest my fantasies by writing them here.

If you took a look through my window at night, you're bound to see at least one of these things.

Every night before I go to sleep, I'm curled up in his arms, snuggled up against the hollow in his throat, feel the pressure of his clavicle on my cheek and adjust my posture. He has his arm around me, I feel safe, warm and loved. He plants a kiss on my forehead and I peck his neck in response.

I play some slow sax or piano on Spotify with the sleep  timer set for fifteen minutes and before the timer runs out, we are sound asleep.

Some nights I'm listening to film music, I'm singing along, if it's a peppy song, I decide to dance in the middle of the night. I always enjoy a good fast number that I can dance to. He doesn't dance much, but enjoys watching me have fun.

For slow songs, I pull him up from the bed, make him waltz with me, and oh he can easily lift me up and spin me around. It feels like having my own personal merry-go-round. (Damn, now he's gonna read it and mock me forever)

My playlist is eclectic, it has something in every genre. Inevitably it ends up playing a sexy song or two and I'm running my hands on his hair, his body, his eyes let off the heat and I make sure to sing the entire song with all the right moves in all the right places. (wink wink)

Post all these shenanigans, we're exhausted and we immediately fall asleep, wrapped in a thick blanket on a single bed.

Oh, don't worry, we're not kids or Lilliputian or something. We're proper adults, huge ones in fact. He is more than 6 feet tall and I am only half a foot shorter and we both definitely weigh above average. He's well built, a gym nut. I'm fluffy. (yup, not chubby, not fat, just fluffy)

So, how do we manage to sleep on a single bed then? He prefers to have a weighted blanket, why a blankie when he has me (here's where fluffy comes in handy) and I use the quilt to cover up and we're both warm and cozy, ready to sleep and dream together.