“I breath in and out through my mouth to feel the quiet. In. Out. Over and over. Until I fall asleep.”

“I threw my hand over my mouth and blurted out the first best excuse I could come up with, “Morning breath!”

“You are my heart as it beats within my chest, my soul as it moves through my mind. The breath in my body that so fascinates you is your essence pouring in and out of me in a wave that drowns me over and over again until I cannot breathe for wanting you. Needing you.”

“Shtting fucking hell! I slap my hand over my lips to stop my mental explicit language from falling out of my mouth.”

“In a platonic and boring fashion, is it all right if I share your fire until me clothes dry out? I have a feeling if I fall asleep damp I'll wake up with some horrid Victorian disease.”

“I could lay here and read all night. I am not able to fall asleep without reading. You have the time when your brain has nothing to do so it rambles. I fool my brain out of that by making it read until it shuts off. I just think it is best to do something right up until you fall asleep.”