this morning #1308.

this morning, my mind wandered, awash in the honeysuckle scent of her white-knuckled hands. those brittle-skinned hands, cracked but kept mostly intact with creams & care. they’re warm. safe. squishy to the touch. i held her right one in my left, tried absorbing its scent. softly stroked just below her knuckle with my index finger. she purred. shifted her body & rested her head on my shoulder. no words necessary. i like this. we’d both taken the day off. made it into a long weekend. our only plan was to enjoy each other’s company. i asked what she wanted for breakfast. she kissed my hand. made a plea that she’d wouldn’t want repeated. all i’ll say is that her request got the day off to quite the start.