Pondering in Peace
It's easier to type words that mean something than it is to speak them with my voice. It's an effort for for me to speak loudly, unless I want to be heard. I can't decide if it's easier to read his words or to hear them. In the end, I suppose doesn't matter. I just want to know them. He came quietly to bed last night,and lay flat on his back, beginning to make his sounds of adjustment, settling, and contentment. He got as far as settling when I found myself being held so tightly, I couldn't... Sign in to see full entry.