As he sleeps, I whisper words of “I love you” into his ear. A slumbering smile emerges on his face, his dimple appearing easily. It makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter like the first dawn of our love, and as I giggle, his smile gives way to a soft laugh.

He turns his body toward mine and pulls me closer into him, intoxicating me with his warmth. Our legs dance together beneath the sheets, and he snuggles his head into the crook of my neck, like a kitten cuddling into a pillow. When he feels my face so close to his, he brings his lips to mine for one sweet kiss as we pass from dream to dream. He whispers my name before he settles into the unconscious once again.

And in these wordless exchanges of the night is where I feel his love the most. The romance exudes from him even as he sleeps. Subconscious affection. Instinctive tenderness. A passionate reflex of love.

In every matter, whether in consciousness or in sleep, he assures me that I am adored. Cherished. Loved. Every hour, every day and every night.

 

(Originally posted August 22, 2010)

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