proxemic patterns.

I piled on layers of warm clothes in an attempt to keep myself warm. Gathered up blankets in my arms in an effort to trick my body into sleep. My mind was too clever... too stubborn to let me go for the night. Intent on reminding me of how easier it is to fall asleep with someone close by. Reminding me of how the breathing patterns of another make the perfect background noise.

I try to get out of my mind but it isn't long before sleep is snaking past third base, and there is no way that I can catch up.

I'm stuck behind, desperately wanting to get lost in a mess of limbs and skin. Wanting to run my hands along familiar scars and hear him recall the stories behind each. Floating closer to sleep on every word. Whispering because I'm too tired to raise my voice.

Too tired to raise my voice but afraid to close my eyes because this moment, this skin, this feeling... it's all too amazing.