The problem with bunks
The problem with bunks is that when I sneak into Isabelle's room at night (to give her one last kiss before going to bed), I can't reach her. Even if I stand with my foot on the lower bunk, she is too far away from me.
I have to satisfy myself with verbal wishes of love across the mattress, and maybe a quick stroke of her hair.
And when there's someone sharing the room, it's only thoughts that flow through the closed door.
I have to satisfy myself with verbal wishes of love across the mattress, and maybe a quick stroke of her hair.
And when there's someone sharing the room, it's only thoughts that flow through the closed door.
Labels: Isabelle
posted by Mary at 7:13 pm
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I have a chair at the head of H & K's bunks to stand on. H often sleeps with her hands near her head so I pull one gently over and kiss it.
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