can't sleep.

a subtle chill draws our bodies towards each other. six am--the sun is rising beneath clouds of blue. someone snores in the bed a few feet away, a jagged breathing, almost like a snort. the sound makes me smile, and i push my body into the curve of your torso, strong and wide, as if to cover every inch of my back with the warmth passing through your clothes. my hips fit into yours, a wealth of heat, and you throw your arms lazily across my waist. your hands find my hands find your hands, a casual embrace of fingers. i can feel your heart beating onto my back, in the plane between my shoulder blades. the hair on your chin tickles the nape of my neck. your even breath grazes the skin, a steady pulse of heat. the smell of your hair, sweet like home, faint but certain. my leg tossed between yours, the line of my shin against the stretch of your calf. foot nestled against foot, the cold cotton against our skin.