At night your little hands do a dance across me. There are sweet caresses of reassurance. Immediate grabbing of urgency. Tickling, drifting, lazy fingers. Early morning exploring. Late night cuddles. I know I've mentioned it before but it's so precious. You find me, grab at me furiously and then hold on to me while sleeping. I think it's the most loved and cherished I've ever felt. Sometimes, though I'm exhausted, I make myself stay awake and watch you by light of the alarm-clock. Time is going by.
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