midnight1
“Smile for me,” you murmured.
“I’m trying to watch the movie,”
I shushed, snuggling against the
blanket and bed couch and also
against you too– even more.
"Just smile,” you murmured.
“Why?” I asked faking annoyance,
but biting my lip anyway, to stop
the stupid smile that threatened
to break through.
“Because, I love your smile.”
I rolled my eyes instead and
looked back at the TV as our
friends behind you, talked about
something random – the four of
us squashed on that one couch-bed.
“Just smile,” you whispered, with
laughter in your voice as you
stared down at me trying to
avoid your gaze, a boyish grin
flirting with your red lips.
But of course, by then, I was
already smiling and that in
itself made you chuckle, lie
your head back down against
my shoulder and the pillows
behind us, and tighten your
hold around my waist.
I smiled for the rest of the
forgotten movie.
☪
