We could be talking all night, about anything and everything. Or we could have been apart, I at work, or she out with friends. When it’s time for her to sleep, and if I’m still awake…she’d activate her webcam, smile at me, and closes her eyes, shifts into a comfortable posture, then proceeds to dream. I don’t know what she dreams about, I hope it’s me, or anything that make her happy. For hours upon hours, I’d just sit here, doing whatever I would be doing online, all while watching her sleep. Right now, she’s curled up on the couch, her pretty brown hair strewn across that red pillow. Her arms close to her chest, clutching that blanket close to her body. Every hour or so she’d move slightly. Turning in her sleep, seeking a better posture. Some nights she’d wake up, tell me she loves me, just to sleep again. In a way I feel…honored. By what? I don’t know yet. Maybe she trusts me to watch over her as she sleeps. Maybe she wants to know that I’m there whenever she wakes up so she does not feel alone. Maybe she wants me to be able to see her and not be alone. She says she loves me, and I believe her. My only hope is that when I’m finally next to her, when I can actually touch her, that I really do love her as I believe myself to be right now. I would watch her sleep just as I do now. And I’ll be there when she wakes up.

and then you bring me home
and we go to sleep
but this time not alone
and i know
and you’ll kiss me in your living room