barbitone, n.
"You should sleep," you said while checking up my temperature.
I was sick and you were my unwanted nurse. Yea, unwanted. Not that I really don't want you there.. well, basically sana nga wala pala but it's just that ayokong magkasakit ka just because you took care of me.
"I can't sleep." I mumbled.
"Did you take your med?" you asked, irritatedly.
I nodded.
I lied.
You knew.
You sighed.
"You're lying."
I was expecting a punch or any violent something from you but, there was none. Instead, you leaned down to give me a light, swift kiss.
I was about to protest -- not that I didn't like it, Oh, God knows how I love your kisses pero kasi.. baka mahawa ka.
But then you closed my eyes and whispered, "Sleep, baby."
I felt your hand grab mine and you intertwined our fingers.
Then you started singing:
Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear baby
Words I want to hear, tell me
Put your head on my shoulder
You were sweetly singing while gently stroking my hair and touching my face, lovingly.
Babe, don't you know your voice is my real drug?
