I like sleepovers. I remember ours. sometimes they never last till the morning. cut short. I like when we’re able to find each other, with each movement.
Throughout the night, tossing and turning, connecting again. I think I want that type of love. One I can wake up to.
Make coffee for. Watch get ready for work. I really like sleepovers. Maybe it’s not here yet because I’m not ready. I’m okay with that.
But I miss it. I hope it comes my way one day.