Falling asleep, with your arms wrapped around me.Encasing me.

Drifting into unconscious.

Feeling completely safe.

And waking up.Not fully.

But just enough to see the new days sun.

When I gingerly touch your hip. 

You turn and wrap me in your arms once
again.As if it was second nature.

As if this action, was embedded into your DNA.

I lay there half asleep.

Listening to your breath.

Anything past the edge of the bed is
Galaxies away.

This moment is ours forever.

No one can take this from us.

She says, "I'm annoyed by your breathing, you smell bad, you look like a wreck."

He wakes up and rolls over toward her, squinting. His ears and brain just begin to communicate. He realizes she just said something and he completely missed it. He decides to pretend he heard it.
He smiles and touches her waist.

She thinks, "He likes me to be mean to him?" and smiles, completely giving up on him.

He thinks, "She's smiling. She just wanted me to touch her." He smiles and falls back asleep.

Petrichor
I know you well
it has been far too long
since your last visit
we have suffered greatly in your absence
but have survived
our crops will now flourish
your visit needed more than one could tell
your aroma is wonderful
now that the drought is passed
and the rain has come