Perfect Sleep
The night began
like we'd planned—
drinks, laughter,
thirst finally quenched,
a welcome storm of passion.
But then—
two words,
softly spoken:
"Wanna sleep?"
Not a question,
but an invitation,
to something quieter,
something sweeter than all that came before.
I thought passion was loud,
something fierce,
something restless—
but here, in her quiet breath, I found something deeper.
And there—
in the silence,
in the gentle dark,
in the way our bodies found each other effortlessly—
I discovered…
my new favorite thing.
We fit perfectly,
like shapes designed
for just this moment—
a yin,
a yang,
two puzzle pieces falling into place.
And though sleep was the word she used,
what she really said was:
"Stay close,
hold me,
be here."
And I did.
And it was everything.
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