Bed

                                    

                                          
It was late
Very, very late when my eyes fluttered open
And for a moment, I forgot where I was
That happens often
But proof of my safety?
Salazar, snoring softly into my shoulder
And on my lap?
Potxolo
Tipping my head down, I quietly admired Salazar in the kohl black darkness
... I'd just awoken from another dream with him
Yet another in a seemingly endless parade
Though this one ...
This one ...
Narrowing my eyes in concentration, I struggled to recall the dream
... This one I can't remember, not at all
And though I tried my best, nothing came
Surrendering it as forever lost
And feeling the vestiges of sleep still heavy upon me
I shifted my focus from Sal towards the bed
And then, as if my body had a mind all its own, I leaned over and brought my lips to the crown of his head, whispering softly into the darkness as I reached down and squeezed his hand:
"... Salazar?"
"Mmmm ..."
"Let's go to bed."
His face still buried in my shoulder, the smallest signs of him stirring at the suggestion, "Mmmm?"
Another featherlight squeeze from me to him, "Bed. Come, let's go to bed."
Lifting his head up, his pale eyes found mine, "Yes?"
"Yes. Please."
"Yes. Please," He echoed back
The two of us supporting one another as we rose up off the creaking floorboards
My arm around his waist, the two of us fell forward the few paces and into bed together
Too exhausted to bother dipping beneath the blankets
But we didn't fall back asleep
At least not immediately
Instead, he pulled me into him, the heat of his body an unparalleled comfort as he completely pressed against me, my back to him
Potxolo on the pillow, trilling softly
Reaching my hand back and onto him, my fingertips dared lightly trace the softest trails against the side of his leg as he hummed a soft, soothing song into the nape of my neck
We stayed like this until dawn broke
And then we slept until late morning