he lays on his back flat, snoring like he's never going to sleep again, his mouth slightly open and shirtless his arms lay very relaxed on his lower stomach. Sometimes she thinks to herself , where would she be without him? the moon was bright this night, it's light let in a small shine into the dark room, though the curtains onto her skin. She lays there thinking about her relationship with the man laying next to her, you could hear the crickets from how quiet the room was but her thought grew louder, bigger, and harder to answer, it really is a lie when someone tell you 'no one knows you better, than yourself'.
"close to you." he spoke in his sleep, her small smile took over her body.
he moves slightly, yet so smoothly, almost thinking that he was the one going to wake her up. But the problem was she was already up, it seemed like hours but it's only been minutes. she lays back with him after retracing her thoughts, her side of the bed now cold from leaving it for a while. then his tattooed arm comes from the back. pulling her in, he turns to her to face him, both now staring at each other his eyes look puffy from just waking up. she reaches for a hug tears fall on his shoulder, his back muscles are tense, panicked, because why was she crying? he told himself. "sorry."
" no need too. close to me, you are close to me."
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