The world was a swollen flood of dark greys as he opened his eyes.
The blinds tapped against the window as the breeze came through.
She was breathing deeply and did not stir.
She was asleep.
He reached up to touch her face, but curled his fingers back before he could feel the softness of her cheek. He had though better of it.
He did not wish to wake her.
This was where he wanted to be as well.
A shared dream perhaps, between the two.
Nothing would have made him happier than this becoming a solid reality.
Nothing.
How could he have acted so rashly before?
He would have died to see her go…
After all this time they had gained together, growing closer.
They were a part of each other’s lives, whether they were in the same room or across the world.
Had he left, she would have died too.
Even slower.
With all those memories… that new trust she had just forged with him.
To return to the past would have been devastating.
His eyes adjusted. They began to render the gentle curves of her face.
He turned his head to look at the window.
There was not much to see save for a dusty and faint scattering of stars.
He leaned back into the pocket of comfort her arms and body created.
He tipped his head back and watched the black shadow of the ceiling fan overhead.
He didn’t feel tired anymore and was unsure if he’d get back to sleep.
Taking in a deep breath he turned to his side, curling up closer to her emanating warmth.
He traced over lines of her body with his eyes and what he couldn’t see he connected the rest by memory.
He knew her so well.
This was worth it all.
This dream had to happen.
He could make it happen.
He had to.
This was perfect.
This was…
He could no longer resist as he brushed her shoulder gently.
The heavy breathing stopped.
She made little waking noises as she stirred.
Soon they were eye to eye in the nightly abyss.
“Hello.” He said.
Through the darkness there was a crescent of light grey.
Her smile.
“Good evening dear…”
A reply.
The shade tapped in a chuckling manner.
And there was peace.
The blinds tapped against the window as the breeze came through.
She was breathing deeply and did not stir.
She was asleep.
He reached up to touch her face, but curled his fingers back before he could feel the softness of her cheek. He had though better of it.
He did not wish to wake her.
This was where he wanted to be as well.
A shared dream perhaps, between the two.
Nothing would have made him happier than this becoming a solid reality.
Nothing.
How could he have acted so rashly before?
He would have died to see her go…
After all this time they had gained together, growing closer.
They were a part of each other’s lives, whether they were in the same room or across the world.
Had he left, she would have died too.
Even slower.
With all those memories… that new trust she had just forged with him.
To return to the past would have been devastating.
His eyes adjusted. They began to render the gentle curves of her face.
He turned his head to look at the window.
There was not much to see save for a dusty and faint scattering of stars.
He leaned back into the pocket of comfort her arms and body created.
He tipped his head back and watched the black shadow of the ceiling fan overhead.
He didn’t feel tired anymore and was unsure if he’d get back to sleep.
Taking in a deep breath he turned to his side, curling up closer to her emanating warmth.
He traced over lines of her body with his eyes and what he couldn’t see he connected the rest by memory.
He knew her so well.
This was worth it all.
This dream had to happen.
He could make it happen.
He had to.
This was perfect.
This was…
He could no longer resist as he brushed her shoulder gently.
The heavy breathing stopped.
She made little waking noises as she stirred.
Soon they were eye to eye in the nightly abyss.
“Hello.” He said.
Through the darkness there was a crescent of light grey.
Her smile.
“Good evening dear…”
A reply.
The shade tapped in a chuckling manner.
And there was peace.
