For once I want to be the first to fall asleep. I want to be the one who gently drifts into a sweet slumber as he strokes my hair in the most comforting way. I want him to be the one begging me to stay awake a little longer because he just can't imagine falling asleep while I lay there. Just once.
But instead, I sit wide awake, as he lays fast asleep in my warm cozy bed. He fell into sleep as I played with his hair and gently rubbed his back. I quietly begged him to stay awake just a little longer, because it's so hard to sleep when he is so handsome. For the -nth time, I sit wide awake. Waiting for the call of sleep.
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Reading this, I feel as though you read my mind. It's depressing to be the one who stays awake, desperately searching for sleep. I enjoy your writing (and photography).
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