The last thing I remember from last night is saying something I cannot remember. I wanted to hear your voice soften and decay. To hear your tongue move and push the words out from your lips. I don’t know if you actually said anything at all. I don’t remember if it was just a dream, but I do recall one small detail. One anecdote that was as tangible as anything. I slid my hand under your fuzzy head and slipped my fingers behind your ear. In this little dip in your skull. It was so incredibly warm there, and my hands seemed to blur at the edges. My fingers detached from myself and I was part of you, warm and safe and alone. It went dark, it went silent, and you stayed beside me through the night.