February 14, 2015
She loves the smell of rain. Also, the smell of his pillow in the morning, the warmth, the earthy aroma, the slight depression on the left side, always on the left side. The way that his side of the blanket is bunched up under her legs, the way that he lets her have the whole blanket most times, the way the drapes are drawn, so as not to let a sliver of light creep in. She loves when he gets up first, the smell of bacon, toast and coffee. The smell of rain. It was raining when they first met.