J (ex_wickerch) wrote in excuse_me___,

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Sleep Now

She smiles in her sleep, and tightens her grasp on the sheet. I am sitting cross-legged beside her, holding my mug of tea close to my chest, watching her sleep. The cold is grating against my bare legs, but she looks so warm and uncomplicated, so purely content. She never used to. Last year she would weep and whimper, fidgeting and tossing so much that often I'd find myself waking, sandy eyes focusing on her feet collapsed on top of the pillow, the bulge of her up-side-down body underneath the covers. I would pull the sheets over her icey toes, revealing a disheveled, lightly groaning mess of hair and arms and a sleepy frown, and I'd smile sadly, kissing her head and heading into the kitchen to boil the kettle and help her revive after a night more energetic than most of her days,before she fell into the shower then out for another day of computer screens and faux-smiles.
This is the first time I have seen her smiling at her dreams. She looks amused and she sighs when I rearrange myself, freeing my sleeping legs and spilling some tea on the duvet. I curse in whispers, attempting to mop up the stain but too lethargic to find a cloth in the kitchen. It's four o'clock, I've been sitting here, watching her for over an hour, and I have to wake up at seven. Slipping beneath the covers, I weave myself around her, she shudders when despite my best efforts, my cool toes touch her calves, but curls into me, trapping my leg between her own.
Her warmth is soporific, her sleep, infectious.
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