Sshhhhhh....

I've just woken up.

I'm on the couch at my friend's house in Venice, and I'm still under the blankets. I was letting morning thoughts and feelings--about friends, girlfriends, work, sex, money, whatever-- idly float over me. I was just forming in my mind and image of a woman, stradling me, barelegged, when the feeling of making love to someone you're really in love with, the knowing, just before the instant of entering her that this is the woman you want forever, the feeling like it's been years since you last made love, and that her skin in the finest thing you've ever felt, this comes over me without warning and my guts to turn to jelly.

God, I miss that.

God, mornings are weird.