When I am pressed against other human skin, it's almost impossible for me to disengage. Even when the lures of movement from the bed are "You ready to go look at puppies?" or "Want to go get Starbucks?" it seems impossible. Even when I am told "You stay here with Breaking Bad, I'll go get you a pizza. What kind do you want?" I still cling to skin or t-shirt or throw out a last-minute scalp rub to get him to stay in lockdown for at least a few more minutes.
Deals actually have to be proposed to me to clean myself. "If you start this episode, watch 10 minutes, pause, shower, then you can come right back here and watch the rest while I check movie times." On the sofa? Same diff. I am just as legs intertwined, head on stomach, spooned out as in a bed. Walking down the street? I am tucked under his arm like a clutch. In the car? I am fingers interlaced. You better learn how to drive totally left handed.
I will purposely set my alarm up to an hour early just to hit snooze and cuddle back up because is there anything better than the pillowy moments in the dream-like state between sleeping and awake? No. No there is not.
Oh, you're hot? Your arm is asleep under me? I'm hurting your neck a little? Legs are cramping? None of these conditions are my problem because I am splayed out comfortably across, under, over, or twisted around some part of your body and I will probably stay that way for at least the next 4 hours. Thank you for your patience, body heat, understanding, and getting up to retrieve my Chapstick.
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