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If I'm Three Sheets, She's the Wind
A midnight drive, with you in the passenger seat. You fell asleep, like you always do whenever we go out, still clutching my right hand.
It's a ride home as most normal people have gone to sleep many hours ago. Only the sounds of the car and your gentle little sighs fill the grace my ears until we get home.
We live in the third floor. Damn. A bit of a hike up the stairs with you on my back, but we manage.
It takes some time to wiggle my key out, but you never awaken.
After gingerly taking your shoes off, I try my best to tuck you into bed. You look so peaceful, and I can't help but smile.
"Goodnight Dear. I'll be back before you know it." I lay a gentle kiss on your forehead, and begin the long journey to work.
She was my wind, the air in my lungs. And I love her everyday for it.
