I want you to have soft dreams every night. I told you once, that I always dream soft dreams when I fall asleep in your arms. You didn't really say anything, but I could tell from the way that you smiled that you knew what I meant, and you had them too.

"What do you dream when I'm not here?" you asked.

I didn't really know how to answer. How do you answer something like that? I shrugged and tried to find the words. "Normal, I guess? Except… not? Like the other night, I dreamt I was in a big fancy grocery store, except there was no food. It was all filled with every color of nail polish you could think of, and hair products. And maybe fruit. I don't remember if there was fruit… I guess that counts as food though. But anyway, no one seemed to have grocery carts. We got roller skates instead."

You're looking at me with your puppy eyes again, just waiting to see what else I'm going to say. I don't think you realize how much you do that. I love it though—I don't ever want you to stop.

"The roller skates were really fun, but I tripped and skinned my knee in the cheese section—oh, I guess there was food after all… but it hurt, and it wasn't soft at all, San. It was a cool dream, but you weren't there."

"Which knee?" you ask me seriously.

I bite back a smile, even though I know my cheeks are giving me away. I always smile too big to hide when you're around. I try to pinch my eyebrows together and be serious, "this one," I say, pointing to my right knee.

You scooch down the bed and push the blanket up over my foot and past my knee. I try not to shiver as the cool air hits my skin. You hair tickles my shin as you lean down and kiss it better.

"I love you" I tell you before I've even thought the words. You smile at me bashfully like it's too good to be true. You always do that. Even though you know it's true. You know I love you.

"I love you too," you say, your eyes locked with mine. You kiss my knee one more time, then pull the covers back down over my feet.

You stifle a yawn. It's late, and it's been a long week. "Come on, let's sleep," I say, pulling the covers back for you. You reach across me for the light and then slip under the covers next to me. Your pajamas are cool against my skin, but you warm up fast. You always do. You shift next to me and pull me closer, settling your head on my shoulder, and I wrap my arm around your back.

You seem like you're halfway asleep already. I can feel your breath across my skin falling into an even pattern. "Britt?" I hear you say, nearly whispering. "I'll get you soft pajamas so you can have soft dreams all the time."

"Or you could just be my teddybear every night," I suggest hopefully, even though I know our parents' rules about school nights.

"Or that," you agree, your voice giving away the fact that you're mostly asleep now, but even so, I can still hear the sleepy smile in your words.

I can't help the dopey grin that spreads across my face at the thought.

I know I'll have the softest dreams tonight. Dreams of a big bed, with a fluffy down blanket and a duvet cover with wild pink roses. My night stand on one side, yours on the other. Big bright windows, where the morning sun shines in, filtering softly through the trees. It will be the best way to wake up. Every morning with you in my arms like my teddybear. I can't think of anything better.