Your hand brushes my hip as you resettle yourself in sleep.
It reminds me of a million tiny things. Dancing in the kitchen and restless wakeful nights. Passion and pajama parties and sharing our bed with toddlers who couldn’t sleep. Wondering if we’d ever be alone again.
They’re going now. Into the wider world and I have you to myself once more.
I nestle closer and close my eyes again in quiet slumber.
I am content and we resume.