Small Things

October 8, 2014

little toys

At night, after the bath where she accidentally turns on the shower, soaking both of us, we lay in my bed, drying out.  She nestles her damp head against my shoulder, wraps her fingers around mine in a pinky promise with no words.  The ends of her hair curl against her neck.

Later, when she’s sleeping, I will crawl back into my own bed and stub my toe under the covers on one of her toy cars.  Set it on the bedside table, shiny blue, still warm from her touch.

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