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I was telling my husband how much I like sleeping in his clothes, and he told me it sounded like a haiku. Which I highly doubt, but, um, ok.
ReallyLongHaiku
It was so nice
In the morning when I woke and you were still asleep it was the perfect excuse not to move except just a little to feel how fuzzy and warm you were warm and the blanket too and the pillow so soft so nice
It was so nice
I’m pretty sure that’s not a haiku, but I do love that feeling. I just curl up in a tight, happy ball and slip my hand under my cheek and feel how warm, how soft my skin is. I just melt into myself and I feel like I’ve captured forever. A moment I can just melt into.
ReallyLongHaiku
It was so nice
In the morning when I woke and you were still asleep it was the perfect excuse not to move except just a little to feel how fuzzy and warm you were warm and the blanket too and the pillow so soft so nice
It was so nice
I’m pretty sure that’s not a haiku, but I do love that feeling. I just curl up in a tight, happy ball and slip my hand under my cheek and feel how warm, how soft my skin is. I just melt into myself and I feel like I’ve captured forever. A moment I can just melt into.
