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I Don't Want To Let Go

Story ID:2622
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Writers Conference:$500 2007 Family Memories Writing Project
Location:Fort Lee New Jersey USA
Year:2007
Person:Ginny
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I Don't Want To Let Go


I Don't Want to Let Go

The alarm clock rings again. For the fourth time, I roll and slap
the snooze button. I open my eyes and see its 6:00 AM. I need to go to
work. My body stiffens with disappointment. I have to get up. I think,
"No! I don't want to leave her. I don't want to let go!"


The sun rises; the sky grows brighter; the birds begin to sing;
and we slowly rouse from sleep. I have a leg thrown over Ginny's.
She has an arm draped over me. The morning sun warms the room. We
get hot and roll away, but as always, we keep our hands or feet
contact.


Without body contact, we get cold again. We roll to each other
once more. I'm against her back - one arm under and one arm over.
My leg stretches out and over hers. The warmth once again comforts us.


Our body heat becomes too much. I roll to the other side. In
a few minutes she rolls and snuggles my back. Her hand rests on
my shoulder. I instinctively reach up and hold it.


The alarm rings again. My free hand slaps the snooze button.
I roll back to her - holding her. I smell her hair and feel her
skin against mine. I don't want to let go.


It's always the same: we sleep and touch. I feel empty
unless I'm touching her. I have work to face, but I don't
want to let go. I want to hold her forever. I hit the snooze
button again and roll back to her, as if I am drawing strength
from her to get me through the day, until I can be home and
in her arms again.


We begin each day draped over each other. I feel her
love and she feels mine. I don't want to let go.

I never want to let go.


Michael T. Smith