Dear Butch,
(Literally putting my “Happy” theme month to bed…)
One of the smallest and greatest joys is going bed with a partner.
After a long and hard day at the office, in the classroom, or doing house work the light at the end of the tunnel is a pillow top mattress with clean crisp sheets and soft pillows. Peeling back the sheets and blankets is like finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. As you sit, finding instant relief in the comfort of the mattress, you pull the rest of your body up and on the bed while trying to let go of the toxicities of the day. You turn and find a weary but smiling face next to you, the face that you will never stop loving. Not only are you physically comforted, but also emotionally.
Whether you talk about your day, read silently, or fuck until the point of exhaustion; you are in your safe space. The bed is like a grown up treehouse or a blanket fort, a place where many walk past but few can enter. A sacred space that holds secrets, tears, and laughter. The bed, your shared bed, is the one place in the house that only the two of you (and a third or more if that is what you both choose) should enter.
Sweet dreams and wake up simply being loved.
Love,
Femme