Poetry

Awake

“The best part about waking up
is waking up in your arms.
You are the best part.”

My bed seemed massive, even with you next to me. I tucked my shoulder under yours and snuggled against you, preferring you over my pillow. And I slept better in your arms than I ever could on my own. When I woke, I smiled into your chest, listening to your heartbeat, and those slow, steady breaths as you slept.

© Sarah Doughty

You are better than coffee.

A loose excerpt from
my first novel, Just Breathe.

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