Angel,
I lay in bed at night and imagine you in yours. I imagine your head cradled in the crook of your arm, wild curls all asplay, the sound of your breathing and your scent filling the room.
I wonder if you will drift and sleep and dreams will come easily, stealing in silent as mist to transport you to other worlds. I wonder if it will be a night where sleep is evasive and you toss, wrestling with your thoughts and the sheets, the night stretching out long before you.
I lay thinking about the morning and how you will wake... a change in breath and the fluttering of eyelids - a sigh and a turning cat like stretch. I wonder if you long to sink yourself further under the covers and to drift just a little longer.
I wonder what it would be like to be beside you... would I bring you comfort and happiness... to hear your breathing and feel the weight of you in the bed... to be filled by your scent and the press of your back to my chest... to hold magic in the early morning of a dark bed...
I imagine waking up beside you and know what a piece of heaven must be like...
The Man in the Station
