>>3939454as we exit the screening room, we probably had fun. whatever it was, it was a good pick for the both of us. we ask each other what our favorite part was, if the popcorn was good. i say he looked like a chef spinning the bucket around the butter dispenser and shaking salt into it simultaneously... kind of weird, but we both have our things. we head back to our car, and drive home.
the proceeding is as expected, we cuddle, he weaves his hands meticulously in and out of the layers of my hair, i run my hands through the lower 3rd of his. the curse of being so silky, while mine is less so. its sort of hypnotizing. while it isn't late into the night, his voice still soothes me to sleep. i wonder how he feels when i nod into slumber while he still speaks to me. i cant help it, since its like being rocked as a baby, i could fall asleep a million times over and still not grow tired of this routine.
i planned on making more last month, life was still churning then, unlike now. sorry. ill always have time to dream of him, though.
