The sun is barely rising. I know we're sure to be called in soon; people can't stop dying for a couple of hours and give us peace and quiet. I'm tangled up in you. I nuzzle your neck and bring myself closer to you.
I've always liked these moments, the ones when you're still sleeping, hair tousled and lips slightly parted. You look like something otherworldly. And that makes me realize that this isn't going to last. I know I want you. But this has to be just a fling. What could you possibly see in me?
"I love you."