I cover your smooth body with the warmth of the thick blanket, and push away the strands of hair touching your lips. I can’t help the half-smile you wear while you sleep, and I could almost see in your lips what your dreams are made of.
It is cold. Dawn is but a few more hours away.
I go back to my empty bed. I could have sworn that I tucked you in, kissed you good night and made sure that you were sleeping soundly, with me, in my arms and that I watched you drift into sleep and dreams and watch your mouth form that captivating half-smile, the one that left me sleepless and breathless.
I go back to bed alone, only with the blurred edges between dream and reality, feeling cold and a bit shortchanged…