good morning

i think a chernobyl raisin made it into my raisin bran this morning. seriously, it was so big.

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i woke up and slowly scanned the room groggy-eyed to make sure that i was still where i thought i was. yeah. still half asleep, the corners of my mouth curved and formed a smile when my scan of the room landed me on the little clock on the wall. 3:14 am. not only was it 3:14 in the morning and i was still with you, but i get excited when i see the numbers 3, 1, and 4. 3:14 am - the time on the clock when the feelings hit me...and my birthday. i shook off the grogginess, opened my eyes completely, and looked down, only to find you sleeping peacefully in my lap. the entire night was unlike any other i've ever had. i don't know if it was the way nothing seemed to work in our favor, the way every restaurant was closed, or just you. but walking barefoot along the city's quiet streets, everything was perfect. the two of us - were perfect. i looked down again. you were snoring, and still very asleep. you twitch when you sleep. i wonder what you were dreaming of. our night? me? were you dreaming happy dreams? the feelings. i like you. you still had my fingers laced in yours. laced the way we had laced them earlier in the night as we sat and played the piano together. one fantasy - to sit and play and sing - that i can cross out on my checklist of dreams. i took my gaze off of the wall's clock. your apartment "the inside of a 1970's boardshort" is so colorful. your paintings are incredible. you. are incredible. you smile when you sleep. or are you smiling because you're with me? do you dream in the same language as you paint? you inspire me. i've been awake, but i've been dreaming. it's no longer 3:14 am - the clock now reads a sleepy 3:57 am. i should get home, but i don't want to wake you. could i slide away without disturbing you - without interrupting your dreams? no way. our arms are too twisted and our fingers still laced and your head on my lap. i stroke your hair and forehead...you're still asleep. i whisper in your ear...you're still asleep. suddenly i don't mind so much if you wake up or not. you're an angel. i trace my lips along each one of your fingers still tangled in mine. i have to leave. i make my way out of the tangle we got ourselves into and kiss your sleeping eyes goodbye. you awake with a smile. "you are impossible to wake up."