Crawling - no. Dragging my tired bones into bed at 4 am. Muscles overworked and threatening to give up. The feeling of being drained, sluggish, almost as if I am on auto pilot in a dream. Satisfied exhaustion overwhelming almost every need and desire at this moment...... almost.
Removing bits of extravagant costume in a very slow and mechanical way as my fingertips fumble to finish the last few tasks before I call it a night. Buttons, fasteners, and cloth all fall away.
Sliding into cool sheets,nothing but skin and soft settling.
The dimly lit room with it's blue day break haze and the strange, but sadly sweet french song playing on pandora, drifting through that close to dream state as my head hits the pillow.
Curling myself in and around mounds of pillows and blankets. Melting into the slow and deep feeling of rest. Letting my body go.
The french woman is still breathing her story into my ear as my eyelids slowly fall.
Sliding sleepy hand through the edge of the nest I burrowed myself into. Searching without thought. Finding only crisp biting air,cold sheets, and french songs.
wanting.....
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