at night when we fall asleep you touch my arm like you are examining a pears rough skin.
checking for soft spots and bruises.
seeing if there is a spot to lightly bite.
you nuzzle into my clavicle and rest for the night as the rain hits the window making a delicate sleep sound.
we awake to soft light in the morning. a layer of snow spread upon houses like someone has iced the city like a cake for a friend.
thin spread of sugar.
we rest. rest and wait for coffee to make itself.