My Favourite Post - 2011

Do you have a favourite post of yours from 2011? I think "Sometimes Late At Night" - from Wednesday, June 8, 2011 would have to be mine.




Sometimes late at night

Sometimes late at night I lay awake and watch you sleep. Through the sliver of moonlight that spills across your face and onto the sheets I observe your peaceful slumber. I close my eyes and try and surrender myself to such a sleep but I can’t. Instead I burrow my way into you. I wiggle myself back until I am resting comfortably in your warm, soft nook. As if by instinct your arm wraps around me. You fumble for my hand and let out a long slow sigh. Your soft breath tickles my neck, and your feet shift to try and warm mine. Even while sleeping you are silently taking care of me. I listen to the nothingness that surrounds us. I am always amazed at the silence. Am I really the only one still awake?

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness. I scan the room. The glow from our digital clock reminds me it is late. Like an angry mother it scolds me for being awake at such an hour and so I try again to sleep. I listen to your deep, steady breaths and try to match them. First I’m too slow, then too fast. Finally we breathe together – in out in out. I am suddenly aware of our hearts beating. If I focus hard enough can I really feel your heart beat through mine? Can I convince our hearts to beat as one simultaneously? I relax and concentrate. Beat by beat, breath by breath like a metronome keeping time with our bodies I wait till we’ve become one singular beating, breathing organism. Are you aware of this synchronization? You in dream land, me in reality. I’m tempted to wake you and ask about your dreams. Was I there? Could you feel me?

As I roll over to look at your face it starts to rain. The drops ping and ting on the tin roof over head. You’ve rolled onto your back now and our breathing patterns have varied. You let out a snore, a mumble and your hand once more searches for mine under the covers. You settle on my thigh and give it a little pat before you relax back into your deep breathing slumber. My eyes are beginning to droop and the room is turning fuzzy. The wind blusters outside our bedroom window but I am unaware of its chill. I am blanketed by the warmth of your love.

When you sleep what do you see? A million stars you’ve dreamt upon or just me?