Hannah

She was all he really needed.
It had been clear to him since the day the
met and set in stone the day he asked her out.

Mornings were never boring anymore; none were ordinary.
Not when he woke to her face pressed against the
pillow, mouth ajar – maybe a little bit of
drool in the corner – and hands and forearms under it.

“I can’t feel my arms,” she would complain
as he took her hands and
helped shake blood into her veins.

“I know love.” He would
smirk back, a soft slap
landing on his shoulder.

Snowdon