My Life

The familiarity of my bed brings me happiness. I feel her body pressed softly against mine, sort of like a blanket wrapped around an infant quickly after it’s taken from the hospital. She is my blanket, my protection, and my comfort. She is my joy, my passion, and my life. She is my everything.

My fingers begin to tingle in the tips of my left hand. When did she think it would be a good idea to roll over and put all of her weight on my arm? I try to pull my arm away without her noticing. I try, as gently as possible, to slide my arm out from beneath her. Not too hard… Not too hard… She rolls over toward me, our faces inches apart and her weight slightly higher on my arm. Fuck, too hard. I give up.

I can see the drool still hanging from the ends of her mouth. I’m sure that on the other side of her head sits a small puddle of human saliva, possibly large enough to legally be considered a pond, drowning my pillow. Her breath on my face makes me feel uncomfortable. It’s hot enough in this damn bed without her breathing all over my face. I hope she’s been eating healthy, I really don’t want to break out.

I try to roll over to avoid any further discomfort. The lower half of my body twists but my upper half stays locked in place. I seemed to forget I had been pressed against the very end of the bed since we started “cuddling.” The top half of my body is locked in place thanks to the arm which has turned numb and been forgotten about. I look over her body and see at least two and a half feet of space. I feel with my open hand the quarter inch on mine.

Okay, I can’t do this… I take my free hand and place it on her shoulder. I try, as softly as possible, to roll her over to not only free up my arm and stop the CO2 release party going onto my face, but to also try to get a little bit of room to move around. She won’t budge. I push harder. Still to no avail. Fuck…

I give her one hard shove, cursing under my breath, and her eyes open. I immediately stop and my cheeks redden. I feel like a boy whose mom just walked in on him digitally relieving his membrane. I hope she doesn’t know I was sort of pushing her away from me. She licks her lips and removes the drool string which was hanging from her upper lip. Her warm eyes gaze into my own for a minute, and I realize she has no idea what has been happening. Her mouth slowly opens as she yawns, I wait for the words which I know are coming,

“I love falling asleep with you, I feel so peaceful.” Her half open eyes reassure her statement. She looks pretty with the drool cleaned off. “Does snuggling make you feel this good too?”

My arm which has lost all feeling by now screams to my mind. My face which has began to sweat due to the heat radiated off of her breath falls down my brow. Half of my body hangs off the bed and it’s like doing a sit-up trying to keep from falling off. Ohhh yeah, I feel SO wonderful.

“Yeah, it’s really nice being here with you.” I decide to dance around her question. I figure she won’t notice because she just woke up.

“What’s it make you feel like, Travis?” I sit as my mind races through adjectives to describe the way “snuggling” makes me feel. Uncomfortable, crammed, numb, gay, hot, lazy, gay, and slightly homosexual.

“Oh, it makes me feel just wonderful, babe.” I look into her eyes and give her a smile of dramatic irony as I watch her head move back a few inches directly over the drool she left behind. “Just wonderful, babe.”