Musings of a Mouse

Even as I draw my deep breaths, my throat is dry and it catches. My body coming down, my muscles unglueing I don't move, just feel the unwinding, not wanting to disturb it. Each exhale pulls me apart and lets me fall deeper into the warm security that's been missing for a while. 

The comfort I feel in this warm dark is unparalleled. The safety in your arms that tighten instinctively, the heavy sleeping breaths on my neck that I try to match, the pressure of another body pressing me down into sleep.