Ag back-to-back kami, man?
As far back as grade school, I can remember us sleeping “back-to-back.” This was the way I cuddled with you. Strange, yes. But not a bit less comforting.
Whenever there was an instance where we shared a bed, like at our Thanksgiving “getaway” in 2009 where we hung out at Redondo Beach, we always slept on our sides, with our backs pressed up against each other. You always said it kept your back nice and warm… especially now that you have a ton of metals in your spine. I think you came up with this system when I complained as a kid that you were breathing on me and I was breathing your used air, haha.
“Ag bahk-to-bahk kami man, nakkong?” you’d always request.
I remember when you’d hang out with me in SF and you’d crash at my California Steet apartment and we’d split the IKEA futon you bought for me when I left the dorms and into my own place in Berkeley. I even kept a pair of your pajamas in my armoire, ready for your next visit.
Always slept “back-to-back.” This position was very comforting to me. It was very intimate and close, but not suffocating. It was protective, like we covered and watched each other’s backs, like in scary movies when the survivors walked around, glocks in hand, backs pressed against each other. Even though we didn’t see each other face-to-face, in this formation we could still feel that someone is there and take comfort in that.
I remember complaining as an angsty teen when “maka iliw ka” and just simply wanted to snuggle in my bed. At that time, I wanted you to leave my room. I was such a freakin brat. I would give anything to be able to snuggle back-to-back with you again.
