Every morning Jigger gets ready for bed and as he turns the light off, I snuggle in beside him. I rest my head in the crook of his arm and we conversate. For just a moment. Usually we don't talk to each other. Not because of anger or disagreements, but just because. Neither of us are chit-chatters. We both are comfortable sitting in the silence that floats between the words. We don't feel the need to fill the void with idle sounds and letters.
Except for those ten minutes.
Except for those ten minutes.
They demand to be filled and we willingly oblige. Then as quickly as the letters come together, they disappear and the silence takes its place once again. And I lie there, safe, knowing that I'm protected. For those ten minutes.
Then sleep comes and Jigger turns over and I get up. Turn my computer on and continue to work for another 4-5 hrs before finally I climb back in beside him. I gently tickle his hair and he turns and back into the crook I go. It's a dance we both know well and we each play our part. Willingly. Without fear, without worry, without doubt. For those ten minutes.
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