I look over at the boy of my dreams, then at the digital alarm clock sitting on our bedside table. 2:03. Had I slept at all? I couldn't recall. The last thing I want to do is wake him up, so I try and go to sleep, but without success. They start to roll down my cheeks without hesitation, wetting the blue pillowcase on my side of the bed. I try and stop them, but they only grow stronger. Until I'm sobbing and he shoots up.
"Jordann, baby. Come here." He reaches out to me and I fall into his arms. I let his strong arms hold me.
"Elliott." I wail.
"What's wrong?" Unable to hide the very apparent concern in his voice.
"Just let me cry." Salty droplets fall over his shirt, leaving little splotches of wet fabric. He rocks me back and forth, whispering into my ear. Caring words. He always knows what to say. He can always make me feel better. He doesn't even have to say anything at all. His touch, the rise and fall of his chest against mine, his lips against my face, leaving little kisses all over.
"I love you baby. It's going to be alright. Okay?" We lay back down. He lets me wrap my legs around his waist. He continues to snuggle me, his hair tickling my ears when he rests his head on my shoulder. The last thing I see before I drift off to sleep are his caring eyes, his kind smile. All I hear is his sweet voice lulling me to dreamland. Sending me away on a cloud to a place where we can stay like this forever.
