Here I sit.
Awake with a feeling of anticipation.
The kind that makes you feel anxious.
Sleep is elusive tonight.
I have decided that what I need at this moment are hands.
Strong, soothing, hands.
The kind that will make me feel safe with a mere touch.
Hands that will speak to me without words.
Years and years ago I loved a man who could do this.
His hands were known to me. But not only that, they knew me.
Suddenly I am thinking not only of his hands but of how I was with him.
There has never been another that I slept so well with.
Insomnia was non-existent when I was in bed by his side. I would simply lay my head on his chest with my ear over his heart. Then, his arms would wrap around me and his hands would caress.
I would simply and sweetly fall asleep…
Oh to feel that sort of peace at this moment.