Gaia's Journal – July 15, 2004, late nightOh, Danny, too much food, too much wine, too much loving…well, maybe not too much of that.
You're worn out (ha ha! I hope I helped with that) and after all that pleasure you fell asleep. You're on your side facing me in bed, with your head deep into the feather pillow, but your eyes are firmly closed and your soft breathing makes me quite sure you're asleep.
I'm worn out too (thank you!) but I can't sleep. This is the most alive – the most awake – I've been my entire life.
Okay…don't wake! You just stirred and reached your hand across my waist. I brushed the back of it with my fingers and your eyes fluttered. Don't wake! I want to just watch you there.
You make it so easy to love you, Danny. From last night and your awkward approach (yeah, sorr
