In his sleep.
He breathes deep.
This is not sleep.
He blinks tiwce, and yawns a smile.
"Good Morning,"
His warm breath turns my head.
I blink.
The sleep rubs off my eyes.
"I had a dream," I say.
My voice just waking, too.
"I dreamt that I woke up next to you every morning.
It was a wonderful dream!"
The ocean of blankets move.
His hand meets mine.
He gently pulls my arm
And wraps it around him.
A kiss on the forehead, and a look in the eye,
Then he says,
"That was no dream."
