And I guess it, or maybe I, woke you. I was still in that half-sleepy daze, so I’m not quite sure.
But you asked me if I wanted you to close the window and I said yes and so you did.
And then we curled up together again and returned to sleep.
I don’t know why I’m posting this, but I guess it’s because I can’t wait until I have you every night, every storm awoken morning, forever.