Give me a lazy afternoon, underneath white sheets and a setting sun. Your snores are light as you sleep next to me, your face gentle like the hands that hold my waist. Unlike you, I can't seem to sleep. I listen to the voices and laughter outside of your bedroom window, watching your chest rise and fall, the deep honey glow of your cheek against mine. And when you wake, you don't speak, staring at me with sleepy eyes and quiet lips. You kiss my cheek, and nestle back into the hollow of my neck, falling asleep until the moon takes us away.