personal ramblings...you've been warned
Merry Christmas. I woke feeling slightly groggy, having had too much wine the night before, and rolled over and found you with my hands. The all too familiar curve of your back, the round firmness of your hips. I moved in closer to breathe you in, to smell your hair, the perfume of your neck. You rolled over and put your hand gently on my face, smiled and told me "You're dreaming again." I woke up got out of bed had some tea. I can still smell you on my hands and my clothes, some ghost scent that reminds me of what I've lost. I smile anyway.
The password thingy spelled "wifey"I swear to god.
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