He: now, its dark and the rain is light. It's chilly, but the cabin warms your face. I wish you were here to hold and speak softly to until we both fell asleep and woke in the early morning to each other

I: it wouldn't be chilly if I could replace the warmth of the cabin with my whole self. the moonlight which bathes the raindrop- splattered grass would be dulled in comparison to your eyes. your eyes putting the Alabama stars to shame. I too wish I was there, darling; to whisper sweet nothings to you as you drift away from me. sleeping beautifully in my arms at night, and waking more beautifully still