He's so pretty...

He's so pretty when he sleeps. And he does enjoy sleeping, so much that he won't even wake up now when I climb out of bed for my morning run. He just rolls over and snags my pillow and sprawls over my side of the bed. Bed hog, that's what I should call him. Instead I call him lover. Friend. Husband. And occasionally I call him Deacon. But this morning he's definitely a bed hog. And he's so damned sexy when he's sleeping, part of me just wants to slide back under those sheets and begin a completely different type of calisthenics. After all, it wouldn't be the first time I chose that type of exercise over my usual run and yoga regimen. ( Read more... )