It's another typical night.
He's fallen asleep again, and yet I continue to speak.
I whisper to him quietly while he sleeps,
wondering if he can actually hear me.
Nevertheless, I remind him how much he truly means to me
and ask him if he's dreaming of me tonight.
I then plant a gentle kiss upon his lips,
rest my head on his chest,
and let my eyes flutter shut.
The soothing rhythm of his heart beat
and the steadiness of his breath
begin to lull me to sleep.
As I fall into black depths of unconsciousness
I know I will dream of him tonight.