Saturday, Feb. 22, 2020 @ 4:23 pm
Jet Lag
He wakes before dawn - jet lag - and reaches for me, and we sleepily make love as the sun rises on another day in the mountains of Japan.
This trip would be nothing without him. His hand holding mine as we ride a bus through terraced rice paddies. His shoulder against mine as we ride the chair lifts up into the snowy mountains.
“Husband?” asks the Japanese woman who sits beside us at the bar in the izakaya.
I glance towards him and he nods.
“Yes,” I say, unable to contain my smile. “Yes, he's my husband.”
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