Cwtch

When we lie still in bed the safety and warmth of his arms cocoon me.

His chest rests against my back and his knees lift my legs tucked, as if sitting on a chair.

There is so much comfort and warmth an safety in his arms.

The muscles in him keep me there, his hand sits in my waist's dip. He rests his head on the back of my neck.

I am safe. I am warm. I am a little bug.