To My First Love

~Sleeping Bear~

Go ahead, call me weird. However, I love to hear your snores. There's always something about the way we sleep together on call that makes it comforting... That is your snoring. I'm sure most would say that it's a peculiar thing to find attractive. I see and hear much more to it than you'd think.

You start to doze into sleep when we're watching things together. I love playing this little mini-game trying to end the stream without waking you up. Oh, perhaps the mini-game I play that involves me to protect you from distractive noises that ruckus in the night. I find a lot of stressful fun through that! Though when the time comes to stop playing and settle, there's a moment that I remember something. I remember... This is love. I may have you at the night when a hard day is done. When I get to see you at your most peaceful self. The time when I send and pray nothing but good thoughts for the next day along your success. I am graced with a grateful mind. It reminds me to never expect or assume our time together. There will be nights that I cannot have you. In that absence, I should treasure the moments when I do.

You're deep asleep. It's like I see bears but the kind ones. They're plush bears! Comforting and it's like their padded paws envelope me, tugging me deep in and easily can I be swayed into sleep. As I've never been one to much like sleep. Immortal, I am, in the night and by day I am mundane... is what I used to believe. I used to thrive my energy in the evenings but here I somehow have forgotten what that's like. I allow myself to rejoice in this sounding home; the bear takes me kindly to its shelter. I sleep with you for the utmost respect for you. To treasure the time we share in the evening though we are both unconscious. Though we are unconscious, that connection isn't. Sparking wavelengths are thrashing like the King Tide. They say that as you affiliate yourself in a room with someone, patterns and wavelengths match. Breathing becomes one. Rhythm is matched. So they join; we connect as we sleep and I can feel that. something simple as connection between humans like this remind me how incredible distance is no challenge to feel closeness.

When you sleep, I tend to think a lot. I think about the moment before you slept and after. In your before... I can hear the tiredness in your voice. The weak replies that can't seem to uphold conversation no more. they are flailing and I reach my hands to allow your rest. No one knows how hard you work constantly but me. I watch and hear your journey and as your lover, I take a lot of pride in partly being able to assist you in anyway. To provide support, reminders and to allow your time. So when your snores roar as loud as thunderstorms rolling over, I know how long your day is. Your snores care roar as loud as lions, I can hear the strength in you vibrating through my eardrums. Every time I try to entice new thoughts and ideas about your snores do I come back to my one thought of you: Home.

There is nothing more special to me than to hear you for the end of the night. To know that I get to be the one to see you like this brings me so much happiness. I'm in love with you and all the things you do. How quirky it is that I find your snores endearing. A little embarrassing but something you must know I value like treasure.