Sleep

Actually we had been sleeping strange that night, i might have been kissing his shoulders occasionally, or was I dreaming? He kissed me later, I was already asleep, and after I laid awake in his arms (how did I get there?) for some time, eyes wide open to the ceiling, in a warmth that was dreamlike, literally, because it was still (again) a dream. He had stayed, it was singing inside me and there was no thought that counted at this moment, things can be rather simple at moments when one let's them to be... I miss this dream secretly, but softly. How strange.