The warmth of you

At night, it's always the same story. I toss and turn and toss and turn. I think of how exceptionally amazing it would be to be right beside you. How right it would feel to be next to each other. You and me. Nothing more and nothing less. I turn on my side, imagining you're facing me, holding me to sleep. We'd lay there looking at each other's eyes, smiling, whispering sweet things. The lights are turned off and it's comfortably warm with you. "I love you." "I love you, too." "Good night." "See you in the morning." I imagine a soft kiss on my lips. I close my eyes and almost instantaneously, I feel your gentle lips brush over my forehead. We drift off to sleep. Happy, content.