I wish I could peek in on her right now and watch her sleep. All the times I've slept next to her and pulled away because her body puts off such heat, I wish I could fold myself into it now and breathe it all in. She is like a furnace when she sleeps...hot and steamy, those flames edging me away when I want only to get closer and closer.

I saw a movie tonight where the ending shot was of a couple cuddled in bed together, bundled up in sweaters, and hugging under several thick comforters to keep out the harsh Canadian cold...and they looked so cozy.

I thought of us.

At night she loses every bit of her heat and shivers almost painfully under blankets. At night, my body temperature rises and I cannot stand even a thin sheet covering me. We are like two polar opposites in bed, much like we are out of it...and I don't know how we will ever resolve this.

Tonight I would be happy in a rocking chair, sitting next to her bed, just to watch as the moon played gentle shadows on her hot skin.