Usually I fall asleep before you. I've always been so weak, I'm out before you even get sleepy. And you always liked to wait until I was able to rest.
But there are those moments when I catch on to the pattern of your breathing and realize that you are asleep, and I am still awake. Or when I wake in the middle of the night and see you lying next to me, eyes closed and mind in dreams.
I watch your chest rise and fall, your eyelids flutter slightly and your lips stay pursed, keeping your expression serious. I let my fingertips brush your face, and loop around your ear. I inhale the scent of your hair, kiss your forehead.
I almost want to wake you, so I can be reassured that you are real, and not a dream.