Your smile sparkles like the stars and galaxies in the night sky, You bite the end of your pen and attempt to concentrate on your homework, but your hair falls down over the right side of your vision. So you push it out of the way and sneak a glance in my direction, then quickly back at the computer sitting on your lap, and the reflection of the screen lights up the somewhat-tired-sleepy-wish-I-didn’t-have-to-do-this-homework-so-we-could-just-make-out expression on your face. Breathing becomes more shallow as you catch my not-so-subtle glance at your neckline, and I trace the shape of your collarbone and imagine the soft velvety feel of your skin underneath the tips of my worn-out-from-writing fingers. I want to hold you close as we both fall asleep, and then wake early in the morning to make that bitter-black-smell-that-lingers first cup of coffee. I want to mix the taste of our tongues, mix that black coffee with the milk in your cereal bowl and taste of the skin on your neck, as we forget about work and school and fall back into the nest of sheets on your bed.