He dreamed he died. Drowning. He woke up shaking, could not return to sleep.
She lay on her side, back facing him, sleeping. He slid his hand over her soothing breast, caressing her nipple. She sighed, half-awake.
He moved down to her pussy, found her already moist, opening to him. The same sleepy exhalation.
He slid his length inside her, slowly, gently, entirely. She came without words, he soon followed, nerves bursting in measureless joy. They rejoined each other in sleep.
We are blessed with certain spaces in our lives, carved by love and need and simple animal comfort. As fragile as prayer, as real as the walls around us.
They save us from drowning.
by J G Cain