Fracturing into Existence

Dark-Heart Free Writes

He was lying next to me in my bed, we’d taken a much-needed mid-morning nap. I was awake now looking at his face, still adjusting to seeing it in my bed, he was still sleeping. He is the most beautiful when he is sleeping. Sleeping countenances captivate, enamor, and quiet me-- especially his. Mid-morning napping was a new thing that I still mostly resi…