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for a couple of hours last night, i watched you sleep. aside from your natural beauty, you looked so peaceful and content; i couldn't keep my eyes off you. the more i observed your facial expressions and breathing patterns, the less tired i became. as quickly as the desire to be closer arose, i carefully crawled into bed, trying not to disturb you.

you allowed a quiet moan to escape your luscious lips as you slowly rolled over. the relaxingly floral fragrance of your silken hair enveloped my sense of smell like an intoxicating mist of desire. i began to think of all of those important little things that matter the most, like where i end and where you begin.

suddenly an alarm went off and i decided it was time to let my intentions be known. i whispered my truths to you, and in your sleep, you softly told me your darkest secrets. there were moments that time stood so still, it was as if we were weaving together patterns in a lucid dream.

while the recollection of my insomnia washed over me, i asked you to join me as i opened up my eyes. something about another five minutes slipped out from between your irresistible lips. as much as i wanted to fall asleep and see where that dream might have gone, i couldn't, and you were just not ready to wake up...