1. cold sheets
Sometimes I dream of tracing pathways between the freckles on your neck and feeling the clouds of your breath encompass the bridge of my nose and dust my cheeks as you lean in to kiss me goodnight.
Sometimes my stomach is swollen with the promise of tiny feet running about our beach home and you whisper that you are the happiest you've ever been.
My heart stutters when you wake me up with a gentle kiss and beg me to run with you, but I hate running, so I just promise to join you in your shower afterward.
I have loved you in every aspect with which one could love another.
These dreams are a double edged sword, though, because when I wake encased in cold sheets only to realize that your love only exists in my mind, I plunge it into my heart so I can always live in the stolen moments where you are mine.
