I feel the way you breathe
while I sleep,
shifting under the sheets,
curled up on the left side of the bed,
We drift in and out
of sleep around 5am,
the same way we drift in and out of each other,
anticipating the sound of the alarm,
the light shyly creeping in through the cracks
of the dusty blinds.
I can periodically see the glow
of your pale blue eyes
through the shadows.
Your snore is three times better
than his ever was.
You make me laugh
in colors I've never seen before,
and I start falling for you
in languages I don't even know
how to speak.