index | archives | notes Tuesday, Mar. 27, 2012 6:48 a.m. << [ Stir Fray ] >> He lays in bed next to me, snores quietly, and in his sleep he's wrapped an arm around my waist. Sometimes I reach over to play with the tiny curl at the back of his neck, and he stirs and holds me tighter. What it feels like to be kept, again, and this time without being kept. He tries. He loves me. He's not going anywhere. This time I actually believe it. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org