fleeting | 2011-01-13
the bed has made it's way to the middle of the room as a result of our antics, pillows and blankets strewn all about.
spent, we find the last small, dry corner of the mattress and press ourselves together and sleep soundly.
it is fleeting, but for a moment, as she falls asleep in my arms, i remember, and i am exactly where i want to be.