But it wasn't a dream.

This morning, I woke up to a fantastic dream - even if it felt like five minutes.

It's me lying beside him all wrapped up in his sheets. 

It's me trying so hard to keep my eyes from shutting even if I'm so tired. 

It's me slowly moving my head to the groove of his left shoulder. 

It's me..... falling, just falling for him. 

Then I feel it, the thing he does. The thing he always does.

He sweeps my hair to the side. Twice. 

Twice because that's what he does - that's what he always does.

I don't know why, but twice has never felt so right.

And as soon as that second sweeping of the hair shit is almost done.....

He pauses. He fucking pauses 

That is the exact moment where I feel so lucky and loved and happy. Real happy.

And then he kisses my forehead.

That's when I smile. That's when I un-pretend to be falling asleep. That's when I open my eyes and that's when I kiss him.

Then I wake up.

And smile some more.

R,