I feel it ever so gently.
It’s not creepy stealthy even though I am asleep; instead it resonates all the unspoken affection. The strokes are soothing, I snuggle up closer.
I’m a light sleeper, and I figure you know this by now.
You must have felt me wake, but I try my best to maintain my breathing.
I’m safe here.
It’s pretence but it’s safer because I am afraid of the possible outcomes; the play out of events when my eyes spring open.
The decisions that would have to be made.
The unspoken that would have to be heard.
I’m too much of a coward to brace this yet.
Unconsciously I let out a soft sigh, and I swear I hear you whisper “it’s ok, I’ll wait.”