at the risk of sounding like a total creeper, I wonder what waking up in the morning next to her would smell like. The ambient presence of estrogen mixed in with a total state of indifference for her own very existence with a constant determination for the protection of these she cares about deems worthy.
I love these mornings of waking up from a vodka binge and asking what kind of adventures I lead myself on the other night. This has been one of those adventures. It is almost to an artistic degree.