Day one in my 300 words (or more) a day exercise!! Day 1… hmm, I wonder if I will be this early with said 300 words by day ten…. or twenty….

I lay awake last night with the window open. At first, you were awake too. I could tell because you were breathing in time to the soft murmur of the buildings outside. But then your breathing changed and took on the rhythm of my own, perhaps because your ear was pressed still so firmly to my chest. But the hand that was holding mine loosened its grip and your breaths became deeper.

I wondered what you might be dreaming and wondered more if the closeness we shared might mean I could give you my dreams. Perhaps my conscious mind could transfer thoughts to your subconscious. Because I only want you to have beautiful dreams. So I thought hard about wonderful things, like tropical beaches and wide expansions of ocean, of you and I and my boy and the crazy dogs just running around on the sand laughing. I thought of nights in with chocolate cake and movies that we miss the storyline of because we’re too busy kissing. I thought about Saturday afternoons in the museum explaining to my son what everything is because he’s too impatient to read the signs. I thought hard about Sunday mornings in bed cuddling and playing those silly word games that you always make up on the spot.

And I fell asleep shortly after, my insomnia defeated, succumbing to the happiness of the simple but stunning things I have in my life. I dreamed of those beaches and I dreamed of you.

When you woke me up this morning with a cup of tea, you had the same smile I spent the whole of my sleeping night with. You had the same look of honesty, truth, of happiness that I’d just spent my night indulging in. And as real as pain of hot tea spilt down a bare chest, so too are those dreams.