It's 3 AM, and you're awake in the dark pressed up against your wall yet all you can do is smile. You smile because you know it's all wroth it. She's all wroth it. She sleeps quietly next to you; in fact she's why you're pressed up against that wall. You let her take over the bed, as she always did. And to you it didn't matter. It's cold. You bring her closer, hugging her even tighter by the waist. The other hand plays with the tips of her hair, fascinated with the way they curl just at the tips. Finally the night isn't so lonely. You aren't alone. You have her. You always have had her.
It's 3AM, awfully dark and cold. You smile. You're not alone. She turns and you're face to face. You feel her breathe steadily, not missing a beat. Her? Miss a beat? Never. You watch her taking in all that you can. The rise and fall of her chest seem to be the only thing moving the room. She thinks you're asleep. You can't sleep. Your heart does not permit it. A yawn escapes your mouth but no, you refuse to listen. She pulls you in. You close your eyes. This is where you belong.
She's holding you in her sleep, unaware. You stay still, afraid the moment won't last. You feel right where you belong – tucked under her chin and settled against her hold. Closing your eyes, you take in her scent. No, not jasmine. Not anything fancy. Not some stupid aftershave that seems to suffocate you. Just her. The sweet apple-cinnamon smell you love so much. In that moment, you're safe. Her hold becomes loose as eh tries to wake you again subconsciously. You smile. You're definitely not sleeping anytime soon. Electricity starts running through your bones as if shocking you awake even more. She opens her eyes slowly. You shut yours in response – not fully though, but enough for her to believe you're actually asleep. Continuing to watch, she smiles and pulls you closer.
"Come here." No wait. Was it "Come Back?"
You open your eyes pretending to wake up. You're starting to feel drowsy.
"Tell me a secret. An onion peel. Something no one else knows," you say.
She's silent. Thinking. You wait patiently for her response. She tells you. You spend forever discovering more about each other. Secrets swapped turn by turn and its as if time has stopped. Some hurt. Some make you laugh. It's the two of you bearing yourselves. She tells you about herself. You do the same. It's not dark and you're still going on.
It's 7 AM. You're still awake. She's gone back to sleep. Your heart is full of love. Of laugher. Of her. You're happy. This…it's right. You're hers. But you're scared. You're still hiding. There's still so much more to tell. You want to give yourself to her. No, not in that way – or at least you don't think so. Not now at least. You want to show her YOU. But you're scared to. Maybe…one day.
You watch her again. You turn around. Close your eyes. You need to sleep. Your eyes close. You sleep with a smile. Her hands wrap behind you, legs tangled, chin on the shoulder. Weird yet comfortable. The moment is real. The moment you had always captured in words. It comes to life. She makes your moment a reality. Smile and sleep. You know you'll watch her later. For now, she'll watch you. She's your angel. You angel sound asleep.