All you do is think about him. Its 5am, the skies are beginning to light up, birds are singing outside and the sound of cars begin to increase on the parkway about a mile away.
Nothing but a dim room filled with thoughts and soft noises. You close your eyes to picture his face in the darkness of your eyelids. You picture him laying beside you. His messy hair, the way his lips part when he’s sleeping, and the little snores and moans he makes that make you wonder what he could be dreaming about. You have your feet tangled up in the blankets with his and your legs locked together.
You shift to get closer but gently so you don’t wake up that beautiful angel. And no matter what move or how gently you were , he opens those heavy eye lids and looks at you with his smirk, those hazel eyes glaring at you through his long eyelashes. You give him a kiss on the nose and he closes his eyes and doses off again. Everything about him is perfect, absolutely everything.
Your eyes fling open. Looking around you notice you had a mini dream. Your still in your room, your town, your mother, and your stuff. Examining the room to figure out where the noise came from, you ferrets bell collar rings. Louie decided to play at 5am too. Looks like someone else cant sleep. You grab him and place him back into his hammock which he fell out of , and you go back to bed. And when you start to finally dose off…. His smile welcomes you back into your dreams.