Friday, December 18, 2015

Is he thinking the same thing that I am?

by Rolf

The sounds that were tickling the edge of consciousness come more into focus as sleep slowly creeps away. The crisp air from the barely opened window tickles my nose and I snuggle deeper under the covers. I’m slightly shocked as his arm curls around and pulls me close, a crushing hug against a very warm body. 

 Has he been watching me long? Is he thinking the same thing that I am? 

It’s Christmas morning and I have no reason to get out of bed right now. You, Flynn, are better than any Christmas present a person could receive. Merry Christmas.

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