My mother loves to tell stories.
There is not a week that goes by where she doesn't remember something I did as a child. Her eyes shine as she replays my foolishness in her head.
One of the stories that she often tells me as I crawl in her bed is when she stopped letting me sleep in her room.
I had to be about 7 or 8 and she had had enough. I slept wild and would often kick her out of the bed. She kept warning me that she was going to lock me out, but I didn't believe her.
Well one day it happened, she locked me out. According to her I cried and eventually took residence in front of her bedroom door. I did this for weeks.
I just hated sleeping alone.....
One of the things I love about being in a relationship is being held while we sleep.
When I'm asleep, I tend to let my guard down.....take off my Superwoman cape and be a woman. I'm able to express my deepest fears without saying a word.
I feel protected.....wanted........needed........loved........free
I miss that feeling.
There is not a week that goes by where she doesn't remember something I did as a child. Her eyes shine as she replays my foolishness in her head.
One of the stories that she often tells me as I crawl in her bed is when she stopped letting me sleep in her room.
I had to be about 7 or 8 and she had had enough. I slept wild and would often kick her out of the bed. She kept warning me that she was going to lock me out, but I didn't believe her.
Well one day it happened, she locked me out. According to her I cried and eventually took residence in front of her bedroom door. I did this for weeks.
I just hated sleeping alone.....
One of the things I love about being in a relationship is being held while we sleep.
When I'm asleep, I tend to let my guard down.....take off my Superwoman cape and be a woman. I'm able to express my deepest fears without saying a word.
I feel protected.....wanted........needed........loved........free
I miss that feeling.
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