Tula Bear

Tula curled into me last night. It was finally cool enough, it felt like winter the way she curls into us in the cold weather when her thick hair isn’t such a┬áhindrance. She was under the covers, head towards my knees, I was on my side and she streeeeeeeeetched her muscly legs onto my chest ┬áthe way children touch your skin and your breasts without knowing or caring that only “certain” people touch you there. Finally, she rearranged herself. She fell asleep with her head nestled against my stomach and for the first time in a while, I could actually feel myself breathing, the rise and fall, her head a small paperweight.

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