I woke up this morning, your head on my arm.
My eyes strolled over your face.
The peace in sleep is comforting, your demons are stilled.
A smile peeks at the corners of your lips
Are you dreaming of me.
Can I be so lucky.
My heart skips a beat.
The soft lull of your breathing tires me.
Imagine.
Dream.
Love.
(C) Theresa Jacobs 2016
