I always feel this sense of comfort laying in bed and watching someone get ready to step outside with the rest of the world.

The sound of clothes slipping on skin. And I'd lay there, watching, staring. And my silence playing with the movements.

And then there's my favorite that I detest. The phrase or gesture that signifies that it's time to leave, while I get to stay in bed. The goodbye that's sweet and simple, and always makes me want to hold on longer.

Then out the door, and silence flows in again. I would bury under the covers, and just wait.

Sometimes, I like being the one getting ready.