I flash a smile and let her lead me into the bedroom, wrapping my arms around her once we lay down. I kiss the side of her face and take a deep breath.
"You don't have to lay with me," I tell her, "You should get something to eat or something. I'll be fine."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
"Alex , I am fine. I want to lay with you. I will eat when both of us want something to eat. I do not know if you noticed, but I love being with you." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I wake up and the clock reads six in the afternoon. I look over at Alex and see he is still sleeping. I smile and lay back down on his chest, not wanting to wake him up. I reach for the TV remote and turn in the TV. I turn it down low to make sure it does not disturbe Alex.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I wake, Taylor still cuddled in my arms while watching T.V., and kiss the top of her head before yawning, closing my eyes again, "G'morning...or...is it g'night?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. — Anne Lamott
