Today, I wrote a story instead.

The sun is high in the sky, casting a glow in the room.
The house is quiet.
All I can hear is your breathing.
My head is nuzzled in your chest, right where it fits.
I can breathe in your scent as often as I want.
Your hand is in my hair...
You fell asleep playing with it, twisting it through your fingers.
Your other arm is around my waist.
You're holding me tightly, even in your sleep.
This tells me that you love me.
I wonder if you can feel me smile but I decide you can't.
You're so warm and comfortable and soft.
I woke up to see if you're still here.
You are.
I close my eyes, breathe you in, and drift off to sleep.



Obviously dedicated to my hero and best friend, Eli.