The strangest part of the whole affair was waking up at some point between four and five in the morning, when the morning looked grey and calm, and feeling that your arm was still around me from the night before. I don’t even remember falling asleep that way, but as I awoke and became aware of myself, it was clear that my body was pressed tightly to yours, and that you were holding it in place. It was alarming to note the tenderness and protectiveness with which you held me: so alarming, in fact, that I pushed your arm off of me and moved to the other side of the bed.
I woke again an hour later, only to find myself firmly pulled back into your embrace. This time, I didn’t struggle. I leaned closer into you and fell asleep again.
It is smart to protect yourself from love. It is less smart to protect yourself from shelter.
mjwatson
