I just wasn’t able to sleep this weekend. I wasn’t in MY bed, and the hotel (at least our room) was noisy. Our bedroom is insulated by not one but two stone walls, so it’s very quiet. I didn’t have my pillow, or most importantly, my sambear.
I swear that I’ve slept better in the last six years with sambear than ever before in my life. He wraps all the way around me, head to toes. I feel so safe in his embrace that I can fully relax instead of worrying about what’s going on anywhere else.
I don’t sleep well away from my man. But I’m damned lucky to have him in my life.
