I can't help but imagine you when I randomly wake up at three in the morning. And I'd roll at my side and smile, knowing you're there sleeping right next to me. And I'd watch your chest rising and falling, your lashes adorning your peaceful eyes as you let the chilly weather embrace us. And I'd curl up myself and squeeze further onto your chest and your arms would hug me tighter like you can't afford to let me go. Then you'd kiss my forehead as if sealing a promise that I'd see you when the sun comes up.
I think it's very beautiful.