Pirate is home from India. Whee! He came home about midnight on saturday all suntanned and exhausted. Sunday morning after my coaching session I cycled out to his house. It's just over 22 miles from where I live, and it normally takes me 2 hours and change to get there, the last 6 miles being all more or less uphill. This Sunday I had spent an hour running around playing basketball with a bunch of teenagers, and immidiately got on the bike and set off. In the pouring rain. Into a headwind.
It took me 3 1/4 hours. And the rack on the back of my bike broke, so I had to carry my pack on my back, so my back was killing me by the time I arrived. AND I got a flat tire. Twice.
But it was worth it to hold him and hear his voice and feel his breath on my neck. Especially when I woke up screaming in the middle of the night from a horrendous nightmare. I have nightmares regularly, but not as often when we're together. This was only the second time since we met that I had a bad dream while I was in bed with him. I hate having nightmares, but it is wonderful to have someone there to snuggle you back to sleep.
He brought me a beautiful silk scarf from India. I'll wrap it around my neck and feel its warmth and remember the sensation of his breath on my skin.