The covers on the bed are cool, and almost damp with the humidity of the air coming through the opened windows. It smells like rain, wet leaves and grass. There are squirrels fighting on the roof of my house. And cicadas singing in the distance.
I am tired and sleep-deprived, but I don’t mind because I woke up curled against his body.
Today is: editing stories, Sarah Slean and a bowl of cherries.