I love falling asleep each night with my man. I love how we fit perfectly together in any position we puzzle ourselves into. We giggled last night as I stuffed a pillow between my knees, he asked to share, and there we were, facing each other, knees happy, and the rest of our branches perfectly slung about. We seem to be like a magnet in the way our curves seek out and find that 'right spot'. I love that we are both, feet movers at night. We rub one another's arches, firm traces of soles and sometimes even a short ribboning up the leg with a loving caress. Not too far up, or the entire sleep, cuddle idea is out the window, and my blog is now salt, tossed carelessly over the shoulder.
After some sweet pillow talk, we curl up in a loose tangle of limbs and sheets, fingers gently slipped together, and finally the sweet few deep breaths, that one of us hears before we smile and slip of the edge, into the starry blue together. The best part,we both snore, so nobody can complain. We may nudge or giggle from the minor intrusion into our sleep, but it's all good fodder for the morning.
I happen to laugh a lot in my sleep and talk. I told him to ask me from now on, what I'm laughing about. It's been rich, let me tell ya! Oh my, I'm nuts! A few weeks ago I was laughing and upon his first soft queries, I half woke up and laughed some more while I told him I was watching a couple of animated cartoon dogs debate about what cosmetic, plastic surgery they were getting. In my dream, I was like, this is ridiculous, what dog gets a face lift?! I was having a hard time trying to bring any sense to the light of consciousness. I couldn't unravel the many levels of the rabbit hole I was just taken from. My mate says I go to 'Inception' when I leave him in my sleep. Wild dreams, mostly nightmares every night and many with sharks. All so vivid and layered.
Each morning a ritual chat begins as my back is being kissed gently,"hey honey...what did you dream about last night?" he coos. With my scratchy morning whisper, I begin to describe the vibrant or the dark details of another level visited. I did dream about Leo De cap and I...too far away now to remember it...but how could it be bad, right? I also dreamt about Eric Bana last week....my beau didn't like that share, and why would he? I would not want to hear about his dreams of Sienna Miller's perfect legs....not that he has them.
