He lays on my chest quietly snoring. He looked so...unafraid. He had his mouth barely open. His long brown-black eyelashes shined in the sunrise light. His fluffy hair looked so soft I couldn't help but run my fingers through it. It made him shuffle a bit but he stayed asleep. "#(959...)he muttered softly in his sleep. I couldn't help but smile. Wonder what he's dreaming about. He kept muttering my name. As he did so I rubbed my finger lightly on his lips. His mouth keeping on repeating my name "#(959...#(959..." I lowered myself making him shuffle quite a bit. I moved til I was able to be right next to his face. I leaned closer...and closer. And finally I was inches away from his face. I moved closer...and closer. I then felt his lips on... I looked down on him as he looked up on me, smiling softly. "Good Morning, Love" "Morning" we laid in silence for a while. Before I told him something I always wanted to say.