I lie awake looking at the darkness.
The wind from the open window causes me to shiver, the air feels cold tonight. My eyes adjust to the dark, I see his fiery arm around my waist. He snores. Another breeze passes through my window, I try to get closer to him. I put my head on his chest, thinking about how we got here.
No act of debauchery was committed. No wrongful behavior caused this situation. We simply fell asleep while watching late-night music videos.
I close my eyes, trying to listen to the sounds of the night. Cars whooshing by, the train passing, kids trying to avoid trouble by sneaking into their homes, crickets chirping, exotic insects. I look at his face. So peaceful, so baby-like. I interlace our hands. He doesn't know. He doesn't know how much I love these simple moments.
"Melissa?"
"Yes?"
"What time is it?"
I glanced at the clock
"4:48 A.M."
He sat upright, shock reaching his eyes.
"4:48 A.M?! I was supposed to be home by 10, I should go."
"Don't- don't leave me. Please?" I could hear the hurt in my voice.
His face softened. He tightened his hand that was intertwined with mine.
"I'll stay."
He laid back down, and I smiled at him. He smiled back. The smiles faded, but I never stopped looking at him. Neither did he. His eyes were speaking to mine. Every now and then, he'd push a strand of my hair behind my tiny ears, and he'd smile. Our hands never left the other. Our eyes never stopped looking.
We drifted off into unconsciousness, and met again in our dreamland.
The wind from the open window causes me to shiver, the air feels cold tonight. My eyes adjust to the dark, I see his fiery arm around my waist. He snores. Another breeze passes through my window, I try to get closer to him. I put my head on his chest, thinking about how we got here.
No act of debauchery was committed. No wrongful behavior caused this situation. We simply fell asleep while watching late-night music videos.
I close my eyes, trying to listen to the sounds of the night. Cars whooshing by, the train passing, kids trying to avoid trouble by sneaking into their homes, crickets chirping, exotic insects. I look at his face. So peaceful, so baby-like. I interlace our hands. He doesn't know. He doesn't know how much I love these simple moments.
"Melissa?"
"Yes?"
"What time is it?"
I glanced at the clock
"4:48 A.M."
He sat upright, shock reaching his eyes.
"4:48 A.M?! I was supposed to be home by 10, I should go."
"Don't- don't leave me. Please?" I could hear the hurt in my voice.
His face softened. He tightened his hand that was intertwined with mine.
"I'll stay."
He laid back down, and I smiled at him. He smiled back. The smiles faded, but I never stopped looking at him. Neither did he. His eyes were speaking to mine. Every now and then, he'd push a strand of my hair behind my tiny ears, and he'd smile. Our hands never left the other. Our eyes never stopped looking.
We drifted off into unconsciousness, and met again in our dreamland.
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