no words

“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.”
-Brian Andreas

I might just be the globes most committed advocate of body heat. There is nothing more peaceful than sharing someone else’s slumber, I believe. There is nothing more comforting than the feeling of someone’s breath on your neck, of burrowing into the warmth that he has surrounded himself with due to the stillness of sleep. It simplifies everything, quite like a blanket of fresh snow. When I find myself lonely, and desiring companionship, it is this feeling my mind is consumed with.

Sidebar: when did I become a cuddly, affectionate individual?

Recently I spent an unexpected weekend with one of my best friends and ‘first love’. Relaxed, it was like we never missed a beat. We spent the majority of the time sleeping, and I love the mutual understanding that we’d unite in a cocoon of personal warmth. We had always bonded over our appreciation for the simple things- for sleep, good food, books, words, truth. We might still disappear one day to an island (he prefers the country- ick) with nothing but our bodies, some homegrown food, and some books.