Sleeping with Brian

First, I am not speaking metaphorically. That is, when I say "sleeping," I mean actually sleeping, not having sex.

Second, this one's gonna bust the schmarmometer, so if you're not inclined, don't read on.

So, sleeping - a state of relative unconsciousness, right? Where true feelings might be expressed, although typically in non-verbal fashion?

Well, Brian and I snuggle. I know we've commented on this before; it just amazes me when I wake up knowing that I've cozied up to Brian the whole night. If he turns, I turn, that type of thing, but we stay connected.

I've never slept this way with someone before - it feels so right, so natural, so good. Usually, I push away from the other person. Not kick them off the bed or anything, but just needing more space. Like space between us.

With Brian, my head rests on his arm most of the night, and I have my back snuggled up against him, or I'm turning toward him, with my head on his arm resting in the crook of his shoulder.

So we continue to express our deep and growing affection when we're unconscious - gotta be some true feelings there. Brian, I say affection, not love, because I think that's the emotion that carries a couple through time. Friendship, trust, affection are the strands that, woven together, make up love, in my mind. Now that I think about it, though, there's gotta be trust when you're sleeping with someone, too, because it's a very vulnerable state, so I'll throw that in as well. Well, really, there's gotta be friendship, too, because I tend not to relax around enemies. Hmmm... Aw, what the heck, I guess it's just love, no matter which way you slice it.

I love you, darling, in my sleep, and in my waking hours. 24/7.