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Sleeping...

We finally got a chance to sleep. Really sleep... without having to wake to a cacophony of digital alarms and brave the perils of commuter traffic the next morning. This is a new thing for you and me, considering we've spent most of our nights together in the company of others or alone in hidden places for ephemeral embraces...

But not last night.

We slept like babies, wrapped in your spare comforter and surrounded by warm kitties looking for the residual heat of 98.6 degrees multiplied by two (assuming your fever is gone). You hardly moved a muscle once your eyes closed and you nary made a sound. I'm sure I woke you several times while trying to breathe through my stuffy nose but you continue to say it doesn't bother you...

Adorable.

Lucky for me this isn't just a fleeting memory I'm trying to preserve before it fades away. You're still laying next to me, sleeping like a baby under a comforter that's securely pinned to your body under the weight of sleeping kitties. I think it may be the cutest thing I've seen in a long, long time.

I'm making you french toast for breakfast... You deserve it!