while i was sleeping, lips slightly ajar with breath, he came in and gently pressed his lips to mine .. a quiet moment between sheets and what we've created. this crease between lung and heart - this interlude ache. he came in twice. watching over me. surrendering me that quiet kiss. making sure i was just as put.

as he told me today what he'd done last night upon my sleep, i couldn't help but want to give up. i have never had anyone [seemingly] care as much as he has shown.

tonight i had realized i left my keys in my room. i had no way of getting back into my house without calling for someone to unlock the door. but he and i came up with a plan to sneak me back in without having to call and wake anyone up. he pushed me twice his height to my window and as i took the screen off and sat upon the 5 inch sill, i looked down at him. it was nice to be in a different perspective for a moment. so i slipped through my window and into my bed. as i locked the screen back in place, i waved goodnight and watched him off.

i never woke up.

xxxx