2007-01-04 - 9:28 p.m.
lying there, blessedly awake,
swimming in the (somewhat) smelly sheets,
listening, contentedly, to the symphonic purring of your snores
a phrase comes to mind-
i will not regret this.
You.
i will not regret You.
i think on it a moment-
savoring the freedom of this moment-
and i whisper my thanks to the rising sun.
