A Dream, Was It?
I remember looking at your sleeping face and wondering when exactly did I fall? I remember slowly drifting into a dream while I stared at your adam's apple. My thumb tenderly touched it to make sure that I dreamt of you. And dream of you, I did. You made sure of it too, didn't you, slyly slipping your hand under my clothes. With my ear on your arm, I could hear your pulse increasing faster with every passing second. Or was it my own heart, echoing in my ear? Was I mistaken? Was your affection just a fragment of my dream? Can it all be simple and less painful if I pass you off as a lovely dream too? I remember drowsiness fell as a spell on me, as the monotone rhythm of your breath fell on my forehead. Hehe. I could already hear you making fun of our height difference and see myself pretending to be annoyed. And yes, I could see that smug satisfaction slip into your smile. I never understood it. My fingers gently wrapped around your neck, drawing me back to the bed. And contour