He must think I'm asleep. He's moving around our room silently, goes into his closet and strips out of his clothes with out turning on the lights. He sits on the edge of the bed beside me. I don't open my eyes, just lay there as his fingers run lightly through my hair and he touches my face gently.
He gets up and goes into the bathroom. He's only in there a minute, then he's crawling into bed without a word.
His arms go around me and pull me close to him. He kisses the top of my head and whispers his love for me.
His body is tense against mine. He must have had a bad day. His breathing evens out and his body relaxes slightly, though not as much as I'd like.
Part of me wants to speak, to tell him I'm awake and he can talk to me if he needs to. The other part of me knows that he really doesn't want to talk and that he needs this rest he's getting. So I silently snuggle closer and close my eyes. We can talk in the morning.