ad lunam et dorsum

and somewhere between the late nights i fell in love with you

twenty first february, two thousand seventeen

Sleeping next to someone is so much more intimate than sleeping with someone. With their arm wrapped around your waist, their head nuzzled into the crook of your neck and both your eyes shut as your bodies lay on the mattress completely vulnerable, it is one of the most innocent, beautiful things you will ever share. The rhythm of their heartbeat sounds like music to your ears as you slowly doze into slumber to the patterns of their breathing, which act like your own personalised lullaby.