Togas

I always want to ask you about that short vertical scar on the middle of your back, but I figure it wouldn't be a good idea. So I stare at it. While you're sleeping; you have the one pillow on the bed and have also left me shivering with the blankets edge. It's rather dark in the room and I can't fathom why I put myself through sleeping next to you. Your back is turned away to me as it always is. My eye catches the small ouch of shadow that your scar gives off. I turned the opposite way. We were like an old couple that had been married too long and hated sleeping next to each other. I felt tears and suddenly it was like my face was the side of a mountain with a shooting down spring. I wiped my eyes and sniffled, then fell asleep looking at that scar wondering why you told me you loved me.