It was two AM.
When I heard a soft knock.
On my window.
And there she was.
With sleepyness in her eyes.
And fear.
I opened the window.
"What are you doing awake?"
"Nightmares.
It's always the
Nightmares.
Can I sleep here?"
I opened the window wider.
To let her through.
She was shivering.
I watched her collapse.
On my bed.
And hide under my covers.
So I crawled in next to her.
"What did you
Dream about?"
I whispered.
"You do not
Want to know.
Your cute little brain
Couldn't handle it."
And I was offended.
That she wouldn't tell me.
Something like that.
But it must be personal.
"Ok. Then would you like
To be the big spoon
Or the little spoon?"
This gained.
A genuine smile.
Just for me.
"You'll always be
The big, tall,
Spoon I love a lot."
And she wrapped herself.
In my arms.
And she slept so peaceful.
And I thought.
To myself.
Maybe we'll be okay.
