Steal some covers share some skin
I wake up in bed next to him, the pitter-patter of rain falling on the windows making an uneven staccato. Rolling over, I realize why I feel so cold. All the blankets are wrapped around the large man in bed beside me. I grab on a corner of the comforter and pull. It budges a bit, but so does the sleeping octopus next to me. I hear him grumble a bit. "Sorry. I was cold and needed some covers." "Oh... it's alright. Come here." he mumbles and uses a tentacle to open the covers up. I snuggle up next to him, his own soft skin feeling warm indeed.
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
Out the window it may be gray and rainy, but in here, under the covers, snuggled up next to him, it's warm and cozy. I yawn a bit and sigh and realize that these are the moments that actually mean the most to me. Not the craziness of our adventures together, not the triumph of success, but just the warm and special love I feel in this moment, right here, right now. And the love I know he feels for me.
I notice that the position I'm lying in is growing increasingly uncomfortable due to the actuators on his back. I shift a bit, trying to get more comfortable. They move as well, until we can find a position that suits both of us. I cuddle up closer and wrap my arms around his upper belly. It's not always easy to find a position that works. You really do have to work around actuators, whether you're the one who's wearing them or you're the person who's interacting with the one who's wearing them. They do affect all parts of your life.
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
I sigh again, and start to think about the week ahead of me. Interviews, a 2 day contract project, shopping, paying bills. And also just trying to deal with the winter. Winter's such a hard time of year. I get so depressed. I need more sun. Seriously.
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you
I think about what is has taken us to get to this place. I think about the crimes he's committed. I think about how dangerous his life is, our life is now. I think about how some day I may need to not see him for a period of time, for his protection, for my protection, for our protection. It saddens me. I start to think, however, that it would all be worth it if I knew that I would someday see him again.