It was around six am that I had caught myself watching you again. You had finally turned to a motionless state- sleeping soundly even under my kisses. So deep in sleep I worried not when I left to use your bathroom and when I returned as expected you remained sleeping soundly in the same position as when I left. It was only when I hesitated to return to bed that you began to stir. You looked so peaceful there I did not want to climb over and disturb you but as if sensing my thoughts your arms lashed out reaching for me. You began searching the bed for me with small pats of your hands and when I was not found the pats became wicked thrashed much like a child’s tantrum. I climbed atop you then restraining your arms gently and cooing im right here. I’m right here. As if your hands themselves had ears the launched themselves toward my voice and wrapped securely around my waist. You mumble something to yourself something that sounded like an old man complaining and then nuzzled you face into the back of my neck. I could barely make out the breathless whisper don’t leave against my skin but with a kiss on the hand I assured you once more. I’m not leaving I’m right here. You pulled me closer and didn’t let go until the fourth alarm this morning when I insisted you get your ass to class.
That’s what I meant when I said thank you for holding me last night.