Ahhh...youth

I can remember when I was much younger, and dating...

you know, late teens, early twenties,

before every date featured an obligatory grope session...

There was a particular kind of sweetness about the morning after.

As I begin the reluctant climb into consciousness...

freeze-frame shots of the day before play across my brain as I lay with my eyes closed, unaware that my arms have wrapped around my pillow in an effort to bring it in just a little closer.

A smile begins to play across my lips as memories warm me from the outside in.

And, as I finally turn in surrender to the burgeoning day, the smile moves into my opening eyes,

and I hug the pillow even tighter as, stretching, my limbs tingle with the anticipation of things to come...

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