I’m never going to get used to this.
Not that it doesn’t feel wonderful, or that I mind so much. But I’m just not used to waking up with a warm body wrapped around me.
It’s also weird, though. I’m used to waking up quickly. I had to train myself to do that years ago. It’s now a habit. This one? Can and will sleep through anything. Up to, and including a firefight. Which is funny, when you consider his job. And how much he seems to enjoy it. Well, parts of it anyway.
So, now I’m awake, twitchy to get out of bed, and he’s asleep, arms wrapped around me. Thank all the thousand Buddhas he doesn’t snore.
There’s no way I’m going to be able to extricate myself, either. He’s stronger than I am. I’m no weakling, but he’s always lifting heavy things. The stuff I usually carry is light. If you don’t count dragging bodies around.
And thank those Buddhas again that I never feel smothered, either physically or mentally or emotionally. That’s probably one of the reasons I love him so much. He knows how to give us both just enough space.
Just not in bed.