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Soft and cozy😶🌫️
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He sleeps on his stomach. you also sleep on your stomach. You’re a cuddler though. You’re wrapped around one of his arms, a leg hiked up to hook on his thigh.
He sleeps on his stomach. Sometimes you happen to be the pillow. This is the only way you’ll sleep on your back. He’s become a weighted blanket.
He sleeps on his stomach. You sleep on top of him, arms wrapped under his. His muscles make a surprisingly comfy pillow.
He’s not here. You go to bed clinging to his pillow. It smells like him. He arrives late in the night, blood stains his clothes. He goes to shower first. You make a little huffy noise when he tugs his pillow from your arms. You settle when he takes its place. You’re his pillow again.
No one’s asleep. He’s on his stomach. A finger grazes the hand-grip of a gun. You’re not there. You were in another country. He can’t sleep without you anymore. His phone rings. When he picks up, it’s because you can’t sleep either.
He sleeps on his stomach. You can’t sleep at all. Your brain is too loud. You leave the room to go do… something. Your thoughts are still too loud. You can’t get rid of them. Your heart feels ready to burst and- oh. He wraps an arm around your waist. You can’t hear his words but you feel the vibrations at your back. You let him take you to the music room. You sleep in his arms while a record quietly plays.
He sleeps on his side. You’re in his arms. You hug one like it’s a plushie. You don’t need thick blankets anymore. He’s like a big small heater.
He’s not sleeping on his stomach. He’s been away for a while this time. When he comes home he has dark circles under his eyes. He can’t relax enough to sleep yet. You help him shower. Your lap is his pillow. You read him a book of magnificent dragons that soar so high they part the stars. He sleeps on his stomach.
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