I see in vivid pictures. I imagine and daydream picturesque thoughts-- Strangely enough, I do not find this a gift. It's more a burden, A burden on this young mind. For example, I cannot forget the time, I was lying on his purple and white striped sheets, in a black iron-framed bed with my head upon a shapeless down pillow, The lights were dim, it smelled of clean laundry and a good type of sweat, and a small heater was on-- Everything was warm. I heard the sound of the door opening and I pretended to be asleep, Because I was so excited to see him and, I wanted to say so many things, Probably dumb things... I wanted to greet him in so many ways: Playfully caress his hair, kiss him, say hello? My brain was wondering why I couldn't do all three of those things at once. it had only been 2 hours, I thought I needed to silence my mind and calm my nerves There I was-- Sleeping beauty, silently wondering how he would react to me "Hey", my warmed ear started buzzing a shiver went through my entire body as I heard and felt this whisper. a lovely, careless whisper from him to me He said it so gently-- Like he didn't want to wake me but, He wanted me to know he was there.