The Safest Place.

My mind awoke by the feeling of your arm creeping over my waist, you left it laying above my hip. I rolled to face you, eyes heavy and tired, your face was peaceful, dreaming of what I did not know. A lullaby sung by birds hauntingly flowed through the air as I layed in between your arms in the safest place, the place I wanted to be the most. Time ticked by as I listened to the ins and outs of your breathing, your hair, as dark as coal, scattered in opposite ways. Warm rays of the sun filled our heaven and still you slept. We had no place to go, no reason to escape the comfort of the soft red blankets. I slowly drifted back to sleep. As the hours passed, I could feel you- though my mind was miles away. Your arms were safe, nothing could harm me.

The bright sun awoke me once more. Heaven looked different- there were no birds singing us lullabies. The blankets were no longer red, but as black and dark as night. I rolled to look at you, but you no longer were there, all I saw was an empty space. Your touch that I so knowingly felt was nothing more than a cold, misplaced pillow. I was far from the comfort of your arms, you were not laying beside me calm and peacefully dreaming.

I dreamt you were there, I dreamt you were my safe place.

The safest place I'd ever known.