It's always while they're sleeping that you wonder the most. You wonder what really goes through their mind when they're not in control of their thoughts, if it's really your face popping up like they tell you it is. If it's you that makes their heartbeat quicken and their breath intensify. You wait for that mutter of a name, of your name. Though most of the time it won't happen, you can't help but wait. And then you're lost in the ins and outs of the air they're taking and you watch as their chest rises only to fall again, hoping you won't end up the same way.
    Their beauty stands out to you the most in this moment. The softened details of their face without emotion, without worry or sadness. The way their eyelids flicker as they dream and you pray that it's you they are looking at. You pray even if you don't believe because isn't anything worth trying to keep these moments yours? The most private of moments unknowingly shared.
    It might only be a brief second before you drift away yourself, only to be greeted with their face again. Or you may ponder on the thought of their peace and pull them closer to you; wrap yourself up tight.
    When they're in your arms, they're all yours for that split second. You'll probably get lost in it, in them, as your lips fall to their skin and you mutter aloud the words you want to narrate their dreams. Hear me, you think, half hoping they'll awaken to meet their lips to yours while the other half is content with this silent admiration. You deepen your breath to match theirs, waiting to meet them wherever they are as soon as your body decides to shut down.
     One more kiss, you think, planning to lean your head forward once more, but before you can, the melody of their breath is forming a lullaby, and you're flying away too.