Sometimes that's all I want. Sometimes I want it to last forever. And I wonder, when he's not here, if it's all right to call him up and say, I don't want to sleep alone. I don't need to fuck. I just need to sleep in a hug.
Friends can share a bed when times are tough and space is tight.
When things get scary like a prowler loose or electrical storms. These hugs, they're real. They feel so real. I do it a lot. Get obsessed, think I'm loving someone when I'm really procrastinating.