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His new olympic jumper is soft under my cheek but tickles my nose.
Warmth radiates from him, and I feel small and tucked away.
There is a safety in the chaos of him.
He is a whirling tornado of thoughts and ideas and energy
Yet the spinning winds of his love don’t ruffle my hair
Instead they surround me
They create a nest into which I am welcomed
They hold me when my internal chaos is too much
Matching emotions with a deep pressure
Daring the world to try.
In these moments I can finally rest,
I can finally sleep.
