I remember waking up on summer nights,
my blankets thrown on the floor and
my arms wrapped around my pillow.
Waking up in colder months,
buried under the covers and
holding my pillow like a huge bear.
I had dreamed of you,
snuggling up against the warmth of your beating heart.
Two years of that...
My dreams weren't very accurate.
Your chest is better than my pillow,
warmer, stronger, with an internal metronome
to lull me to sleep.
I love lying there,
snuggling into your shoulder,
running my hand over your chest.
You're my favorite pillow.
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