I want to spend an entire weekday in bed. Curled up. And smelling of you.

I wont speak a single word. And my eyes would be blissfully shut.

We can turn pages all day long. Show me her photos. I'll listen to you speak endlessly about her and I won't mind. I love it when you speak of her. Your face softens and your tone, always a little tender.

When it's my turn to speak, I hope you'll listen too. Maybe I won't speak. Maybe I'll just go back into hiding.

I just want to spend an entire weekday in bed.