Love it.

Waking up at the same time in the middle of the night and starting to sleepily chat. And I don’t know if it’s the hour, being rather drowsy, feeling warm and cosy (it’s probably all of these things) but these ‘pillow talk’ conversations tend to be much more intimate than daytime ones, talking about hopes and fears, memories and random thoughts. There are no distractions and the only sound other than our own voices is usually a cat or two purring. And the nicest bit is discovering something new about the person you see every day and being reminded of why you love each other.

Of course, now that I’ve taken the What Corset Are You? quiz over at raincoaster’s and discovered I’m ‘vinyl/fetish’ things might get a bit friskier in the wee hours.