I like watching people sleep. Particularly you.
It's as if, I am awaiting you from a long journey. And I am selfish. I want to be the first to welcome you when you open your eyes.
It's also like you're being born again and I am your proud mother/father. One look in your eyes and we are connected, a perpetual bond is forged in between.
Or if it is me sleeping, I would like you to be the first one I see. It will be like I never left. Or have come back to home. I nestle between your chin and your chest.
Had that chance once. Some two seasons ago (because in this part of the world, there are only two). Before my father died. After I had died (but I am, right now, slowly being resurrected). When I met you for the first time.
I had that chance once. Only once.
You are awake. And I am left dreaming.
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