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Small Stone: Day Five

Small Stone: Dexter and his baby

Every morning, while I make my half cup of coffee, after you’ve had your breakfast, you get your baby and wait for me.

You follow me back to my studio, Little D hanging from your mouth by one foot. When I sit down, you crawl under my writing desk, on to the bed there by my feet, and as I write, I listen to you chew the beans in Mini D’s legs. Some ancient and deep instinct in you must remember eating animals whole and you probably imagine the crunch of beans as real bones.

Small Stone: Day Four

Small Stone: In Bed

Shoulder against shoulder, my cheek resting in the curve of your collarbone, my forehead against the side of your neck, your cheek tucked against the top of my head, skin and bone and breath, quiet and warm, comfortable and safe. Still.

Then you move, and I return to my side of the bed.