The soft wisps of air meeting your hair from above.
Sunlight seeps in through the cracks of the shades covering the window from the bedside and illuminates his figure in a golden light. His arm wraps around your waist, the other resting under your neck. Carefully, you bury yourself into his bare chest more so he won't wake.
You should've known that whether careful or not, any movement would have woken him. With all those mornings you've had him beside you holding you so close, it was difficult not to learn about him in the most intimate of ways.
"Good morning," he murmurs into your hair and pulls you even closer.
"Morning," you chuckle.
"I dreamt of you."
"Really?" You roll onto your stomach in anticipation and let your elbows support you.
"Yeah. I dreamt of us." He pulls up the white sheets higher so that it would cover your bare body more. "I dreamt we were going to get married..."
Your heart leaps because it is rare for him to say things like this. And of all subjects, he mentioned marriage. Married to this ideal man. Perhaps he has said something so daring and uncharacteristic of him because he is not fully conscious; even so, you didn't want such a precious moment to disappear so quickly.
"What happened in your dream?"
Always, you wanted to know him. Such a simple desire was a difficult one to satisfy as he is such a quiet man. You have to learn about him little by little, and piece all the little trinkets of information he gives you in order to analyze and understand the person that he is. Receiving these gifts of information, placing them beside each other, and then stepping back to take in what you have of him is a process that's repeated over and over. The image of him in your mind grows gradually, and you hope that someday you can see him as a whole, a soul whose thoughts and actions would make more sense to you.
When you ask him questions at times, it feels forced since he only gives you the bare minimum in response, as if you were an adult making small talk with a child. The grounds you could cover in conversation were limited, and most of the time you found yourself trying to read the fine print under his actions and words.
But instead of answering at all this time, he just comes closer towards you to give you a soft kiss on the lips.
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