it's almost as if everything is perfect, even if just for a moment.
maybe it's from the way you tilt your head back when you laugh,
or it's the familiar scent of watermelon rinds and petrichor in the air.
but mostly, I think, it's because of the safety I feel with you.
I can feel the fireworks detonate,
in my heart and my chest.
I flinch as a blur of colors light up the sky
but you wrap your arm around my shoulders
and let me know that everything is alright.
you lace your hand with mine and i lay my head on your shoulder.
"wake up," you say, "you're dreaming."
but I don't hear you.
all I can hear is the sound of our heartbeat, together,
and the explosion of fireworks.