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EEEP EEEP EEEP EEEP EEEP My wife smacks the snooze bar and staggers back to bed, tumbling sleepily into my arms. It's different every time.
She snuggles close. I feel the weight of her arm across my chest here, the feel of her bare thigh upon mine here. She melts into me, seeking me out for enough comfort that she can grab a few extra minutes of sleep before the alarm goes off again. The configurations are a thousand variances of joy; sometimes she attacks me from the side to nestle into the crook of my arm. Sometimes, she lies on her back and wants me to hug her tight.
It's a unique and beautiful moment, and it will only last nine minutes.
Sometimes, I fall asleep, too. But some mornings, I just lie there, listening to the ebb and flow of her breathing, feeling the slow tug of time passing. This moment is ephemeral. This moment is eternal. This love is colossal.
Nine minutes, and everything changes.
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![[User Picture]](http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/70865400/992788) | | From: | bayarts |
| Date: | May 9th, 2008 01:48 pm (UTC) |
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What is it about the number nine and intimacy? Nine minutes. Nine and a half weeks. Nine months pregnant.
Number nine.
Number nine.
Number nine.
![[User Picture]](http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/27577099/446406) | | From: | zoethe |
| Date: | May 9th, 2008 01:55 pm (UTC) |
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And every morning I feel so loved that at least one of those snooze bar smacks is just so I can feel your arms around me.
I love you.
Edited at 2008-05-09 01:56 pm (UTC)
You guys rock. :) I'm envious.
I love this - Julie does this every morning. She half wakes up when I turn off my alarm, and then snuggles up to me while I slowly wake up. It's delightful.
OMG...that's an adorably perfect description of morning.
Adorable.
I'm squeeing.
I know the feeling. Sounds not unlike my morning.
That is, hands down, my favorite part of cohabitation.
Were you one of my IRL friends, I'd tell you to think of the singles and to virtually get a room.
Since I don't think I know you enough for this kind of cracks to be appropriate, I'll just have to go with the general squeeing.
I'm really happy for the two of you, but this kind of cuteness, while making me smile, makes me feel a little bad about my almost non-existant love life...
We have those minutes too, and I love them (I think for us it's 7 minute intervals rather than 9). Not sure whether those minutes, or their nighttime counterparts, are my actual favorite. :-)
![[User Picture]](http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/34037762/2788060) | | From: | ba1126 |
| Date: | May 9th, 2008 04:25 pm (UTC) |
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Thank you for capturing in words one of my favorite parts of being married. I could live (if I had to) without SEX, but the cuddling is central to my survival.
Beautiful vignette; thanks!
That is so well written - a perfect encapsulation of the most beautiful part of the day.
Thank you.
So totally what I want in a partner. And so totally what was lacking from my ex-husband.
Thanks. I added you and your lovely. I keep lurking via other peeps and finally just got my poop in a group and added you both.
Thanks. And welcome aboard!
The phrase "poop in a group" amuses me to no end.
Scuba diving term. There's even a fancy hand gesture for it that can be used underwater when you can't *say* 'get your poop in a group'.
:D I was greedy this morning, over 20 minutes. But then, we don't live together, gotta make up for the other days!
Awww. That's very touching.
WE do that. Of course we do that. We ALL do that.* It's somehow comforting to me that something so intimately personal is also so universal.
But am I the only one who is plagued in these luxurious 9 minutes by the intrusion of the thoughts that whisper "This isn't forever. Someday, hopefully very far away, but INEVITABLY, one of us will die, and the other will be left behind. Alone. Bereft. No substitutions allowed or available." Which one? Either choice is not to be contemplated.
*(Okay, I admit, I know people who don't have someone to do that with. I spent many years without someone to do that with. Hang in there, people, it can show up when and where you least expect it.)
Edited at 2008-05-09 10:54 pm (UTC)
The thing is that no human moment is unique. But they all are, too.
That's the brilliant bit.
Lovely......moments of love |
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