Sleeping

Harry, Dear. Sometimes I don't sleep well.

I so love that you sleep, mumble and just get on with your night: even when I am having a bad night.

So reassuring.

Last night - I don't even want to tell you what a bad dream I dreamed. But - when I woke & gasped & recovered & and then curled into your warm (& still sound-asleep) chest - you turned around me, murmured "Baby" sleepily, smiling with your eyes closed.

I didn't go back to sleep for a while (it was five am: soon time to get up anyway) but I wasn't thinking about my nightmare; I was luxuriating in the blessing of your warmth and your arms.

Thank you.

(posted by Sally)