Sleep tight
By Seth
I don't remember when it started. It must have been a long time ago. All I know is that watching a person's sleeping face makes me feel warm inside. It makes me feel special; when the whole world is asleep, it's only me who is watching their peaceful face.
The person whose face I love to watch the most is my brother. I can see exactly what he's dreaming about when I look at his sleeping face. Every smile, every frown, every little twitch of the eyelids tells me what he is thinking about.
That is why I want to keep him close to me, even if he hates me, although I think he is not really capable of hate. I want to be able to see that sweet face every night, when I can't sleep and sit on his windowsill to watch him.
I wonder if he never found me out. When that annoying spirit of his found me here one day, I thought that he would wake Yoh up on the spot, or at least chase me off and warn Yoh the next day. Yet all he did was stare at me intently. It seems that he was able to sense that my intent wasn't a bad one and thus he let me be. If I ever have the time, I should research this sixth sense that some spirits have. They seem to be able to tell good from evil at a single glance; an extraordinary talent.
Tonight he is having a nightmare, I can see it now. His eyes aren't simply closed, they are clenched tight shut. His eyebrows are puckered in a frown. His mouth is open slightly, and he is tossing and turning in his bed. Sometimes he says something, clues as to what his dream is about.
I've heard my name twice already; maybe this is the dream again in which I kill all of his friends. I wish he wouldn't dream that kind of thing, because I would not kill his friends. It would make him unhappy, and my heart aches at the thought of making him unhappy. I just don't want that.
No, this is not that dream. It's a new one. He's not talking about his friends, he's on about me. Keeps warning me, trying to keep me from going somewhere, although I cannot imagine where I shouldn't go, or what he would know about that.
I keep telling him that I won't go there, and it seems to have an effect on him. His breathing is calming down and that smile of his is returning to his face. Good, that's exactly what I wanted to see. Now I can leave with a peaceful feeling.
Some people would call what I feel a fetish. Some would call it dirty and weird; watching people sleep and getting your happiness there. But I don't think that's the way it works. It's so special, to be the only one who sees a person sleep. Yes, it can turn you on, but mostly it's just love, love for a person I cannot be close to during the day, but only during the short hours of sleep he gets.
But I can see light on the horizon, and the house is waking. Shortly, his fiancée will be here to wake him up; I can hear her trudging about the house already. I shall depart. Sleep tight, Yoh. Until we meet again, some other night.
The moment he leaves I can open my eyes. I've known it for a while now, that he likes to sit there and watch me. It was frightening in the beginning, but when I realised he didn't do anything and would just sit there all night, it became a comforting thought; he is like a guardian to me. I can sleep safely when I know that he is there.
I have thought about asking him why he does it. But then I realised that if I did so, he would go away and never return to my window again. The thought of that filled me with more sadness than I care to admit. So I will stay silent. I will say nothing. And every night, when I go to sleep, he will be there, watching over me, keeping me safe.
Sleep tight, Hao. Until tomorrow night.
-The end-