Literature
AB: Breaking Point 6
It's not quite dawn when I wake, sheets tangled around my legs and Anita draped against me. Sometime in the night we moved to her bed, but I don't know or care when. She's lying on my arm, one of hers thrown across my chest and the other curled in to hers. On leg is wrapped around mine.
It's comfortable, oddly enough. Pleasant, reassuring to hear her breathing deeply as she sleeps beside me.
I move to get up and she protests in wordless murmurs, her head burrowing into the crook where my arm meets my shoulder. I kiss her softly, saying, "I'll be back, I'm not leaving."
She doesn't say anything, only drifts back into the dreamless sleep she