you are you. now - isn't that pleasant?

My flesh is burning, bones are stirring under my skin. The thin rays of sunshine coming through the ruffled white lace curtains have dispersed across our bed and your body. This is better than a Sunday morning, and better than fresh batch of melt-in-your-mouth double chocolate chip cookies straight out of the oven. Any move I make is in the great danger of moving you, removing you from wherever you are in your dreams right now. I can’t imagine what you dream about, or what your heaven looks like. Mine looks like you when you get up in the mornings. My paradise is here, now. I look at you and this is the only place I ever want to be. This is the only place I’ve ever wanted to be. I’ve dreamt about being here since I first learned about the existence of love from listening to mum reading fairy tales about beautiful women falling in love with ugly hideous beasts. That’s how you got me feeling. Because I’m nowhere near the kind of goodness you deserve but you willingly sleep next to me, with me, anyway. It must be your charitable heart.