We rarely sleep in, but when the weekend comes, Billy tends to linger in bed while I wander in for coffee. Weekday habits of early morning rising die hard with me, but he is so laid back, he is able to roll with the flow of life in a way that I can’t seem to fall into.
When I look at this picture, part of me wants to climb in bed beside him and wrap my arms around him, put my head on his back and be lulled to sleep with the strong, slow rhythm of his heartbeat. The other part wants to watch him, his breath rising and falling slowly; his relaxed face transformed into his 30 year old self.
What do you think I did?