Nestled so close it is almost as if she never exited the womb.
Breathing air but relying still on body pressed to body to provide comfort
Between two loving arms--soft pillows yielding rest
Such gentle sleepy baby noises betray her
All knows that she is succumbing to the depths of sleep.
Looking at her peace
I am lovesick for my own place of warm safety.
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