As dreams of pink elephants ran through my head, you held me without my asking.  But in those moments that you caressed my hands, I was awake enough to know.  I felt the soft kisses you placed in my hair and on my arms.  You put up with the constant moving while I slept, keeping comforting arms around my body.  I didn't ask for the kindness, but you didn't need my permission anyway.  The elephants paraded on, singing their song, and I dozed comfortably in the well needed warmth of your arms.