I wasn't aware that I changed until the next night when I was home. In my own bed. Without him beside me.
I was restless.
Every position I attempted to sleep in didn't feel right, it was as if I was missing something... someone.
His arms were around my waist, treating me like a fragile doll that would crack and break if he squeezed the slightest bit to hard.
Letting me snuggle closer into his chest. Keeping me safe and warm from the world outside.
Everytime I looked up to see his face, he would look calm and collected. Ready for sleep to lead him through the nights journey.
Reality had no hold of us there in those moments of comfort we found in eachother.
However , now as I lay down to sleep in my own bed. I cannot help but wonder if he is unable to sleep either.
If he notices the lack of extra human warmth provided from the body next to him.
Missing the devotion and love, that was always beside him.
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Nightfall Wonder
RandomJust a short descriptive piece ive been wanting to attempt writing about what it feels like falling asleep next to the person you love. (Not necessarily my style but i like it)
