it was in my bed. we were lying in my bed using sleep as an excuse to hold you in my arms when I remembered how much I love wasting time with you. how I would rather spend an eternity with you than a lifetime without you. it was in my bed where we would try and sleep but be so distracted with each other's every little feature and how it felt when our fingers were interlaced. They way your body felt tangled with mine. The way you'd delicately trace your fingers on my back or my arm. It was in my bed with you, when I realized I'm most comfortable letting you hog all the covers and listen to you sleeping on my chest.
