Home from clinicals today, watching over wee tiny babes.

Managed to feed myself before retreating to the warm embrace of my bed.

Burrowed under the covers on my back. Heating pad bunched, ends up a warm mass pressed into my hip. Half awake, little stretch, roll over to press into the warm body next to me.

My sleep-addled brain playing tricks on me in the first seconds of wakefulness.

I like waking up next to a lover, to my lover, and breathing deeply of his scent before hunkering down for a few minutes more of slumber.

Safe and warm and content.

Instead roll out of bed, rediscover a bitty box of gingersnap cookies Sister gave to me for Christmas. Nibble away at the corners while read, read, reading (more) nursing textbooks.

It's Friday night. My goal is to get through 40 or so more pages and be in bed by 9.

Party up.