Awakening

He wasn't looking for anything and I was sure there wasn't anything to find.

We smoked a cigarette together.
We talked about old lovers and stories about being drunk.

He wore a black buttoned up collared shirt and I didn't have any shoes on. I told him about my nightmares and he said he understood.

I pressed my toes into the wet grass as he kissed me hard. I told myself to enjoy the moment.
I read once that a moment is the most we can expect from happiness, or maybe it was from perfection, or maybe it was both. At any rate I was sure this wouldn't last.

We watched old movies together and shopped for cleaning supplies, we played house and pretended to have arguments so we could make up.

This isn't the way it would always be, I watched him sleep and drank some water.

This wouldn't last.

I smoked a cigarette while he slept.

Afterward, I gently pulled the sheet down and kissed his belly.

This isn't the way it would always be, but this is the best it's ever been.

He woke up slightly and pulled me close, he fell asleep with his arms around me.

My head pressed against his chest, hearing him breathe.

I was home.