Comforts

It's nearly three in the morning and I'm not sure if I want to sleep.

I want to cuddle,  to be honest. Just wrap up in a lover's arms and cuddle. I want his scent to be familiar and feel like I'm swaddled in a comfotable blanket. I want it to become so ordinary in my life. But don't mistake ordinary for unexciting. I don't think I'd ever grow bored or underwhelmed by it.

Do I still believe that which I did as a young woman? That every person has a mate that is searching for a mate.

I want to believe.