It's the ticking of the clock,
the overwhelming steadiness and accuracy
that makes her stop and stare,
hand grasping futilely at her bed sheets
Marinette sits up
and for a moment can only see cat ears,
a sharp and swift tail,
green eyes that could so easily haunt her dreams
Her breath puffs out,
and then all she can see
are sweet kisses,
hands locked in a gentle yet nervous embrace
Marinette can't breathe
past the ache in her chest
and the way the blood pumps in her veins
She misses her sweet Adrien,
that was never afraid to make another cat pun,
half the time, only a quiet gentleman,
the other half, wild and free,
playful
Her eyes close,
blue bell flowers burrowing up for the winter
like little bears,
and she wonders not for the first time how they ended up like this,
how she fell in love so hard
for a man that she couldn't even have,
not when everything pushed them away
and yet smushed them together
Marinette sighed,
and wondered when he was coming home,
and if he'd be able to come home to just her.