In my place of comfort, such exquisite comfort that I lose my awareness of what is going on around me, I'm so perfectly at ease, that I drift away I could literally be floating and would not even notice…right now I felt just like I was floating, flying even. Here I rested, taking each deep life-giving breath at a slow and steady pace, mirroring the pace of my thoughts as they came and went as they pleased, in the Sunday afternoon fashion that was perfectly adequate for this situation.
There was nothing especially memorable about this moment, no worries, no heartbreak, no decisions, no drama. Just peace, and it was so rare an event for the two of us to be in complete peace that it was in fact one of the most memorable and special moments of our existence together.
As I was saying, here I rest on the sofa in Edward's bedroom, my head in his lap, eyes closed…just simply breathing…breathing him in.