Cold rainy weather, a warm bed with strong arms burying you in a hard chest. My belly lay on the bed, head on the side with a large arm on me, buried under a chest, cuddled so nicely I did not even want to open my eyes. I would wake up but sleep would claim me back again. Feeling him breathe above me was my sweet melody, his chest rising to collapse right on my back. I held on to his hand, shifting even deeper in the cocoon he had created for me.
I turned after much time, my face buried in his chest with his arms wrapping me there and burying me deeper as I fell deep into slumber. It was so warm, no wonder sleep took its time to tear from me. It was a lazy Sunday, nothing to do but sleep and lazy around.
We slept until we couldn’t anymore so Mathew collected me into his arms where
