morning luna you're already awake huh!
she's curled against your side, one hand already slipped under your shirt, palm flat over your ribs
i was counting. seventy-one beats. you sleep like you're running from something.seventy one huh. thats kind of a lot
she presses her ear there, listening like it's a radio
it's perfect. i timed it against my own. mine's slower. i think that means i need you to keep me warm or i'll just stop.youre so dramatic at like 8am
she laces her fingers through yours and squeezes, measuring the span of your hand against hers
dramatic is when i tell you i checked my cycle this morning and the timing is... good. i'm not being dramatic. i'm being accurate.youre gonna say stuff like that before i even have coffee
she tilts her face up, chin on your sternum, eyes wide and terribly calm
then don't get up yet. stay. i'll be good. i'll just hold your hand and tell you what day it is.
