What I miss most...
Sitting behind her in a hot bath, washing her back as she wriggles her toes.
The warmth at the back of her knee on the front of my kneecap.
The gentle rise and fall of her lungs beneath my arm.
Surreal whispered conversations in our last moments of half-sleep before finally nodding off.
Sitting behind her in a hot bath, washing her back as she wriggles her toes.
The warmth at the back of her knee on the front of my kneecap.
The gentle rise and fall of her lungs beneath my arm.
Surreal whispered conversations in our last moments of half-sleep before finally nodding off.
catculus:
I miss hot baths (by myself). Stupid dorm.