post-s'mores snuggle

as i climbed into bed last night
i pulled babychop closecloseclose,
curling around his warm sleepiness.
i buried my nose deep into his blonde curls
and inhaled.
campfire.
the smoky remnants of the evening infused in each lock.
the end of summer.
roasted marshmallows.
good friends and family.
i breathed again, matching my
inhale and exhale with his.
eleven days before his first day of school.
the long, lazy days of summer are fading fast.
the crisp scent of fall is right around the corner,
mixing with promise, new strength, and growth.