Between the sheets ...

It was so cold this morning that I just snuggled right back down under the covers when the alarm went off. There was no way I was rising to the cold air just to have my nipples freeze in pain.

I laid there thinking about you.

I wondered about the drive you are on and how long those roads must be feeling. Lonely. Long. Wet. I worried for a moment about your being out there . Though you know I try not to, because the worry drives me crazy when we are apart.

I miss you.

I miss your hand sneaking over my side in the morning, with your hardness pressing in to my back. I miss your soft kisses on the nape of my neck, and warm breath blowing my long har away from my ear.

I miss the way you wriggle and roam around my body until you are convinced I am thinking about exactly what you are thinking. Most of all I miss the wordless dance we do before we start the day.

Wish you were here. It's cold without you.