March 18th, 2011 - 1:14am

Padding down the hallway and I’m thanking whoever is in the clouds that you have carpet in your house instead of hardwood floors like in mine. Hand on your doorknob and I’m wondering why your mom didn’t trust us to sleep together, putting me in another room like she thought that would stop us. Nothing can stop us. Push open your door and why does everything sound so much louder in the dead of the night? Close my eyes and pray that will make it more quiet, one foot in c’mon you can do this. I hear your breathing; steady and slow and I can see your chest rise and fall and I’m still facing the door. The lock clicks into place, I turn and face your bed, blinking my eyes so they get used to the dark. There you are, a few feet from me, within arms reach. Walk around the side of your bed and lift the sheets and the smell that lovely smell of you hits me like a freight train. Sweetly sick to my stomach, I slide under the sheets, and your arm is sticking out like you were waiting for me. Like this was the way it was supposed to be all along; you constructed like that and me molded for you. Lay my head on your arm and I spend a very long time just staring at you. Watching you sleep is the most lovely thing. I trace my finger down the side of your face, your nose, across your delicate eyelids, your soft, soft lips. I kiss them because I know somewhere inside of your beautiful dream you can feel that. I finally close my eyes, sigh I love you and right before I fall asleep I hear you whisper in a way that signifies you’ve been awake the whole time and have never woken up once. “Always.” One word and I know we will be okay. We will be okay.