Dreamgirl, and boy.

I love how each of them sleeps.

I've never been a great sleeper; takes me a while to get there, and I wake up easily. With any new lover, it takes a while for me to get used to how they turn over in their sleep, how much of the covers they pull over themselves, how much real estate they tend to occupy in the bed. Red has adapted to me, too: he likes to put a pillow over his head, so he doesn't hear things like cell phones buzzing. He learned years ago to make sure they don't, when I'm sleeping, because I jolt awake at the slightest sound.

The first few nights that we were blessed to have Chloe sleep in our bed -- actually sleep -- none of us really got much shut-eye. There's the whole who's-in-the-middle thing (some people find it too hot, or the extra-arm problem is too unwieldy), and how much space is there, and oops we're having sex again? Eventually we've gotten more comfortable, and more able to ignore each other's shifting and sighing.

Still, I'm usually the one who gets to watch each of them fall asleep.

Red has always been pretty quick to drift off, unless something's rattling around in his brain and making him fidgety, which isn't very often. Chloe, I'm finding, is often even quicker. (Hm, her orgasms are speedier than mine too. Correlation? Sounds like a research study that needs doing!) As with orgasms, I can tell when she's about to fall asleep because her breathing changes. I mean, that's true for everyone of course, but I get to hear it and feel it ... and if there's any light, I get to see her face fall into this angelic form that just makes me melt. Red, he gets this boyish face when he sleeps, that makes me want to cradle his head and let him sleep as long as he can stand it, just so I can watch.

On workdays, Red is typically the first one out the door. He has to get up at the butt-crack of dawn, painfully early really. Sometimes I'm up at the same hour, sometimes I steal a little more rest. Not usually sleep, but at least rest. This morning I got to slide over next to Chloe, apologize for waking her up, and glue myself to her warm, smooth side while she clasped my fingers and said "it's fine". And it was. Within three breaths she was sleeping again, angel style, early sunlight filtering through her beautiful hair. I almost cried. Instead I actually dozed, and dreamed, and though I hated the alarm a half hour later, I knew when I kissed her and slipped out of bed she would go right back to sleep and would indeed be fine.

My cup runneth over, too.