3am

3am is a strange time to be awake. You expect it to be light but its not. You consider how much time you have left to sleep, though it's never quite enough. This morning I did both of those things. But then I realized I was not in my own room with my favorite blankets, the lamp placed exactly where my fingers know it to be, or the path to the bathroom I can follow in the dark. It's unfamiliar at first, but this room is one I know. I turn my head to find broad heaving shoulders and a heavy exhale. Oops, he must have heard me, because he turned over too. I almost know his eyes are closed, because he's such a deep sleeper. But I'm surprised. His eyes are piercing through the dark looking straight at me accompanied by a smile. He kisses me once, twice. He pulls me into his arms, into his warmth and scatters more light kisses on my shoulder. We both relax into each other, and I've never been anywhere more peaceful. This is a place I remember and adore. This is the perfect time to wake up.