A kiss in the dark

He lays awake in the bed.

Miles is lying beside him, breathing softly, asleep.

He looks outside the window.

They forgot to pull forth the curtains before they went to bed, but it doesn't matter.

Moon and starlight is shining on the bed, giving the room a dark gray-bluish color.

He gets up, careful not to disturb the sleeping man, and walks over to the window.

They're staying at Miles place tonight.

He sees the familiar shadow of the trees outside.

The streetlamps doesn't seem to work tonight.

The whole outside has the same dream-like color as the room.

Walking out of the room and downstairs he doesn't know if he's asleep or awake.

Everything seems different somehow.

Surreal.

He touches the piano softly.

It wasn't so smooth before?

And the couch.

Not so soft?

He stands still in the middle of the living room looking outside.

When did everything become this beautiful?

It wasn't this way before he went to bed.

Almost naked, except for his boxers he steps outside.

All the stars are out tonight.

A soft wind blows , sending chills down his spine in a pleasant way.

It's a warm wind.

He steps on the grass.

It's soft under his feet, tickling him between his toes.

He walks over to the big oak tree in the garden and touching its main stem.

It's strong and hard.

Stronger and more powerful than this morning.

He stands there peacefully with one hand on the tree, looking at the stars.

He doesn't notice that he's cold before the numbness starts creeping up his legs.

He sighs, unwilling to leave this wonderful place.

Slowly he walks inside, through the living room, up the stairs and into Miles' bedroom. H

e slides into bed and looks at Miles who is still asleep.

He brushes some of the gray hair out of the way and beds down to kiss him.

The kiss is soft, just like always.

"I love you, Phoenix."

And somehow, even though the kiss was just like always, it was the most beautiful thing tonight.