May 30
the world is completely quiet except for the sound of your breathing. it’s that specific kind of dark where everything feels a little blurry, a little too soft around the edges.
you shift slightly, pulling the blanket up over your shoulder, entirely asleep and entirely unaware of how much space you take up in my chest.
and i just look at you, thinking about how you make even the ordinary days feel like poetry. how you pull me out of my own head without even trying.
i press a kiss to the crown of your head, so gentle I doubt you even feel it, and whisper it into the dark:
“i love you Sunshine.”
