295/ July 17, 2011 - Shared Sleep

wordswidenight:

You told me a story about a country where they had forbidden sleep. The man who loved this woman took her to a room hidden from the world, and there, they read each other stories and sang lullabies in hushed voices until their hearts stretched open for the homecoming of sleep. In the stillness of that moment, after years and years of its absence, they became the first ones to dream.

This is what I want sleeping with you to be like. We might hold hands. We might kiss. I want you to hold me like I was your first dream.