It’s 12:17 AM. She has fallen asleep on my chest. Well that’s our habitual way of sleeping together. She’s peaceful. I can hear her faint breathing. I, on the other side, am not sleepy at all. I have all the intentions to wake her up in the middle of the night, talk to her, kiss her but I can’t do any of these. She had a tiring day. Plus sleep is her first love. I may end up getting kicked out from the bed. But it’s too difficult for me to resist. Oh, wait! I can kiss her.
With my tingling lips, I lean to her forehead and lightly press them against it. It goes unnoticed. Gosh! I succeeded.
I slip in some more kisses, not at all wet and smoochy, on her nose, on her cheek and shoulder, which is not buried on my chest. After stealing 50 odd kisses, I take a step ahead and kiss softly on her lips. Shit! She wakes up.
“Sleep, sleep, sleep. It was a bad dream,” I pat her head, and pull her back to lay down on my chest. She falls asleep quickly.