"It's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away, when I am missing you to death." - Such Great Heights (The Postal Service)

As I start to drift off to sleep in the cosy tangles of my sheets and pillows, my mind meanders through a vast terrain of thoughts. 

I'd be cuddling my pillows tight. 

Finding myself missing your light rhythmic breathing and being curled up beside you with my face softly pressed  (and perfectly fitting) the nook of your neck, while your head rests against my face. 

And in the deep comfort of your warmth and sheer presence,  and just the sounds of our breathe I lay happy and content.