Sleepwalking my way through life: Testing 1, 2, 3



Testing 1, 2, 3

Apologies for the sporadic posting; experiencing bloggers block.

Lit by twilight lies a simple, bare, room with a bookcase full of secrets and the comfiest bed known to man. There’s a rustle of bed sheets in the shadows, and two bodies huddle for warmth beneath thick duvets. I lie back and feel arms wrapped around me, and I sleep and I dream of someone stroking my face and I smile and I dream and there are dark swirls dancing in my eyes before being wakened by a kiss, a furtive whisper, a slight stroking of skin and hair.

I open my eyes to see two looking back at me. I smile, but I’m already smiling, so I whisper in soft tones and lowered octaves. She smiles this time, and I feel the need to smile even more than I’m smiling now. The bed sheets rustle again, and I feel a whole lot warmer. A hand absentmindedly strokes my chest and I laugh and squirm.

I smile and say inaudibly that life is good, isn’t it?
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