My Darling,
You don’t check under your bed at night. You should.
I hear your breathing, slow and steady as you drift into sleep. I match it, inhale for inhale. If I reached up, I could touch you. But I won’t. Not yet.
You move in your sleep sometimes. Do you ever wake up with a feeling that you weren’t quite alone? That the air felt different? That was me.
Maybe tonight, you’ll look. Maybe tonight, our eyes will finally meet.
I can’t wait.
Waiting for you,
Me.