One Shot Saturday!

Crappy Goodnight Moon Drabble

"No, wait!" I told him. Tyler turned to me. "Don't go to bed yet. I want more time with you." He glanced at the large clock.

"Sam, it's four in the morning." He pointed out. I shrugged.

"Then, ignore it." I told him, holding my hand out to him. He had stayed up this late for me, listening to me bounce song ideas. He took my hand and walked over, sitting down on the end of the couch. I cuddle up next to him and kissed his lips softly.

"Goodnight kiss?" He asked, obviously tired. I shook my head, smiling. "As a kid, I use to love reading before bed. Funny how your ideas remind me of it." I scoffed lightly and looked up at him from where my head was resting on his chest.

"I just use to think a lot. Guess that much hasn't changed." I mumbled.

"What do you think about now?" He asked, his thumb gently tracing my side.

"You." I told him. He smiled and held me tighter.

"I've never felt like this. It's odd. It's like things you read about. Like you're my less graceful Juliet." He tried. I laughed and shook my head, closing my eyes.

"Take the breath from your lungs as I trip down the stairs." I joked. He laughed and nodded.

"Exactly. But, you're mine. You'd look graceful doing it. Your eyes lighting up the room. You'd be much prettier. You're the princess in the story. You're the moon hanging high in the sky. You're my moon." He told me. I sat up and looked at him.

"Goodnight, Moon." I told him, leaning in and pecking his lips softly. I stood up and headed back to the bedroom, him soon following.