I wake a while later. I slip out of his arms and sit up. I look at my back and see a white tsrip going down my back. I smile, not caring. I look to Chance and smile. I rub his back and kiss the back of his neck.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
What holds you betwixt panic and serenity? That is, if it's not among the many querulous quagmires unfit for elaboration. — soundofmind as Emiliano Achillinus