Half Awake

He sleeps as the clock strikes 5:00am. I slightly stir as I do in my morning rituals. The bed stays still, and the heavy blanket moves with my legs. The room remains virgin to the light.

He lies to my left and I lie to his right. He faces the wall and his back faces me, welcoming. Through my half slumber, I gather my strength to move myself. I land with my arms wrapping around him, my right hand intertwines with his left hand, my legs buckling underneath his legs as though he sits on my lap, but sideways.

I kiss his right shoulder as his body nestles and aligns itself with mine.

Unaware of his slight smile, I hold him a little tighter, I pull him in a little closer, and I kiss him a little gentler.

He stirs, his head tilts to the right, stretching to see me, stretching to kiss me. I push myself so his efforts are not too much. His lips touches mine and we break apart.

His head returns to the pillow and he returns to his slumber.

I am awaken by his kiss and by the rise and fall of his chest, which I feel on my arms. My heartbeat aligns itself to his breathing. I smile.

I'm awake; he's asleep. We are half awake.