there is some innocence, some true romanticism evoked in watching someone sleep. watching her drift off into dreamland, she is fully and completely trusting me to her inner world where she can be herself. and that feeling of being trusted, is one of the greatest feelings in the world. she doesn’t have to worry about being pretty and impressing me, or interactive or funny. when we hang out, of course it is important to laugh, eat, and play with each other; but when that moonlight shines through the window and we are physically exhausted, she closes her eyes and her whole facade that she builds up in front of other people simply breaks down when she is sleeping. she can sleep however she wants: starfish position, fetal position, clinging on to each other in a tight embrace. although there have been a couple elbows and hands to the face while tossing and turning, there is no judgement. when she sleeps, she is in her most vulnerable state. the shudders, the twitches, the volatile breathing; although she is completely safe, she is subject to the evils of her unconsciousness. and when they appear, i will be there when she suddenly wakes up from a horrible dream to listen, talk, and calm her down so that she may return to her peaceful slumber. i wish i could better translate my feelings into words. but when it comes down to it, that feeling of trust, love, and safety is something i will never be able to correctly describe.
Mmmmm such delicately written words, I like.
I was practically holding my breath reading this whole thing. As for sleep indicating a very intimate and delicate state of being, I must wholly agree. It can be so personal to share a bed with someone- for slumber, not simply “sleeping with.”