It's amazing how someone's breathing can be so beautiful. The inhalation of air, the slight catch in the throat every so often, the satisfied sigh at the end. It's so quiet right now, in the early hours of the morning. Everything is silent apart from you. Breathing. Living.
It is so beautiful.
You sniff and roll onto your side. Panic overwhelms me when I think you might wake up and see me. Then my fantasy would shatter into a thousand pieces.
But no. You stay asleep. I relax.
You sleep and I listen.
I smile. Why is this so beautiful?