Monday, July 6, 2015

Even In Our Sleep

A few nights ago, I could not sleep.
{Larry had been asleep for hours. Lucky man.}
I tried to keep still, focusing on my breathing,
thinking perhaps yoga breathing would help me fall asleep.
It happened then.
Larry, in deep sleep, reached out to find my hand.
He found it, squeezed it and kept on sleeping.
I relaxed.
We even hold hands in our sleep.

Love you,
Me

1 comments:

Dima said...

Are you sure you don't want to write a book ;)