It feels like Christmas in your arms. I feel like a toy, maybe a bike, maybe a doll. Wrapped up all pretty with a bow on my head, waiting to be unwrapped. Like a million dollars on a lottery ticket or finding a penny faced up. Like striking a match on your first try or getting a 100 on your math test. Like a surprise party, smiles, laughs, and cake. Like when someone texts you first or when you drop your phone and it doesn't break. Like when your favorite songs on the radio and the windows are down. Singing from the bottom of your lungs at the top of your voice. Feeling alive. In your arms, it feels like nailing a routine or getting a touch down. Like winning a game. Like seeing someone smile for the first time, like getting a new sweater. Finding the perfect dress, matching your eye makeup. Taking a shower after going to the beach, or drinking coffee in the morning. Like changing out of jeans after a long day or a kiss on the top of your head. Finishing your favorite book and finding out there's a sequel, staring out the window, or having a good dream. It feels like that, beneath your right and left arms, pressed into your chest. Your heart beating in my ear, and my heart beating just the same. It feels like purpose. Like waking up on Christmas morning. Like 11:59 pm on December 31st. Like when someone remembers your birthday. Like the fireworks on the forth of July. Like a holiday, your arms bring me home.
