Orpheus is SO dreamy...

Today, I woke up a little early. I just laid still in the darkness, and listened to Orpheus breathe (damn late-night coffee binges). Eventually, he woke as well, and took the pillow out from between us. Since he succumbs to unconsciousness far later than I ever could on weekdays, he’ll usually watch movies on his laptop whilst I snore away for a couple hours. This sometimes makes it necessary to employ novel strategies to keep my unconscious form from latching on with all claws and pirating his body heat while he attempts to watch ‘The Bourne…’ well, the Bourne-whatever we’re up to at this point, for instance. When he took the pillow away, O. was the one to snuggle up to me. I heard his heart beat slow and steady. I smelled his awful morning breath, and just felt inexplicably good. We napped for a bit, in each others’ arms. After the alarm rang, after my shower, I came back to kiss him goodbye and wish him a good day, and saw something I hadn’t before seen reflected back at me in his eyes, accompanied by a tired little smile. He makes me feel so… Satisfied. Just full enough, so to speak. Motivated to please, and search out things that will satisfy him. He’s a special guy, and I’m a lucky one. Now, watch him dump me over Christmas! It’s the only possible outcome after such blatant (literary?) mooning. ;-)