intimacy

it has been so long since i last found myself putting myself to bed at such a ridiculous hour - midnight to 7am are hours i've considered "mine" and "working" since i left high school and due to external pressures i haven't used them comfortably in many years. it's not just about working late, it's about enjoying myself doing so.

so there was something magical about going to bed after realizing that i had to be up and about in the morning, and slipping into bed with the early birds chirping and the girl that i love in my arms; that combination of the good of my past and the good of my present was so exciting that it took me a little while to fall asleep because i didn't want the moment to disappear.

and pg was oblivious to it all. i had to share my experience over breakfast :)