Every night I crawl into his bed to watch him sleep.
Last night was different.
The mutts came for him until I screamed. His comfort became wings. His shushes, promises. My fingers wound around him and his fingers inched inside me, coaxing me to come to him.
All night we came.
Our bodies entwined, we finally slept.
This morning I found him sitting in the doorway, watching the rain. Wordlessly, I joined him.
The door is unyielding, sturdy. The rain, soft. My eyes fall to his hands, and I think about all they make.
If he asks, I’ll tell him.