20:07
Pierre Blanchard
Good morning, my beautiful wife,
You were the very first thought in my mind as I opened my eyes today. I woke up hugging the pillow, lost in the illusion that it was you beside me. For a fleeting moment, the coolness of it felt refreshing… but quickly reminded me that it wasn’t your warm body pressed against mine. It wasn’t your soft skin, your breath, your presence.
There was nothing to hold onto, nothing to gently caress or pull closer in the stillness of the morning—and in that moment, I missed you more than words can say.
It’s a beautiful mystery—how I can miss you so deeply before we’ve even shared our first morning together. And yet, everything between us feels timeless, as though our hearts have known each other through a hundred quiet lifetimes before this one.
I long for that moment when I can reach for you in the early light, letting my fingers trace the soft lines of your body beneath the covers, my lips exploring the tender curve of your shoulder, drifting slowly to the warmth of your neck. I want to ease you awake with the softest touches—not to pull you from your dreams, but to become part of them. I want your body to respond with that quiet shiver of delight, that sweet surrender to sensation, where every brush of skin feels like an echo of love whispered through the night.
Let this thought tonight carry you into the most beautiful sleep, my love—where I’ll be waiting for you.
Waking up with these thoughts in my head brightens my day, just as I want you to drift to sleep with feelings of gentle romance dancing through your beautiful mind—for a dreamy and loving night.
This early message for tonight is a whisper, a slow-burning ember to kindle the mystery within your dreams. Let it wrap around your mind like silk—soft, teasing, warming your heart and awakening your senses.
Think of me not just as a thought, but as a feeling—one that lingers on your skin like the memory of a tender kiss, the trace of a hand that knows where to pause, where to explore. I want my presence to slip quietly into your dreams—not to disturb them, but to deepen them… to make them blush with longing and shimmer with connection.
Let the mystery of what’s to come wrap you in comfort tonight, my love. And when you wake, may the memory of me still be glowing on your skin.
Sleep beautifully. Dream deeply.