Postcard from Upstairs

It’s colder now, and quiet.
I know I said I couldn’t take it anymore
but my toes miss yours
and I found my earplugs.

Come back to bed
and all will be forgiven.


Written for Quickly’s Winter Doldrums



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7 Responses to Postcard from Upstairs

  1. julespaige says:

    I’ve got me a snorer too.
    Only once or twice, I’ve woken myself up…when I’ve been alone. ZZZzzzZZZ snonk!

  2. I love this! I’m going to reblog cause hubby says he’s not snoring, just dreaming he’s a motorcycle

  3. Reblogged this on LadiesWhoLunchReviews,etc and commented:
    This is for the couples who’ve been together awhile. When you know each other’s habits really well and can still find the romance! I know I sometimes snore, but hubby likes to say he doesn’t, he’s just dreaming he’s a motorcycle 😉

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