Sleeping Beauty



My immediate impulse is to react; to scream, to hit him…to do…something.


But all I can do is lie there right next to him like a weathered log, staring at his magnificent form as he holds my hand in the same way a toddler would hold a highly treasured candy bar while he slumbers away.

I can’t help but notice that even though his grip on my wrist is firm and unrelenting, it makes me feel…strangely at ease. Relaxed, even.

Relaxed and…


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