I wonder sometimes how it might feel to wake up next to her. To open my eyes in the middle of the night and feel her half on top of me, asleep and breathing against my neck. I wonder sometimes if she’ll wiggle around or if she’ll sleep still. If my need for the bedroom to be cold will bother her.
If she will scoot herself against me and take the warmth I offer even when I slumber.
I wonder things…real things. Things about us, about life, about…the future.
She’s become that. A light at the end of the tunnel.
An ultimate goal. My dream.
She’s waiting for me there too…and it’ll be worth it.