She slept better wrapped in love. Even without arms to enclose her, her questions were quieted. Love like arms reaching around her, a reassurance that surrounded her with warmth. Love held her that night and offered a peace that soothed her, stilled her. That’s all she really needed, after all. A quieting love, a present love.
In love, she finally found a place she could rest.
— b.l.s. // lulluby