While You Sleep

By: Ophelia

Authors note: Just a small note really, a snippet of sorts. Jim wanted to tell me what he thought about in the middle of the night. I wanted to write it down and share this little slice. Sorry for the lateness of my dues! I promise to do better next time!

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Warnings: None that I know of. Some might find this sappy.

While You Sleep
By Ophelia
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I love this time of morning. The time when it's still dark outside and the city has yet to fully awake. It won't be long now, though before things begin to move in the world once more. When people start to wake and alarm clocks begin to ring. But until that time, I can enjoy the silence that is this part of the morning. Enjoy the peaceful feeling it gives me.

I stretch to my full length as I try not to disturb the sleeping man next to me, the man that I wake up this early to view. Blair is amazing in his sleep. It's like he's a whole new person and yet he is the same gentle creature that he is during the day, only when he is sleeping it's much more evident. His lips are relaxed and not moving at a hundred miles and hour spewing information that is stored in his amazing brain. The small laugh lines that are ever present are soothed now, relaxed. His thick eyelashes brush and than lay on his soft cheeks. His tufted eyebrows are at a much-needed rest from their normal expressive tendencies.

He shifts now as if he knows I am watching him, but that's okay, I think part of him does know but I don't actually need to see his face to know it. I will know his face till the end of time. Be able to call it memory at any given moment in an instant. He is so much a part of me it's like his my right arm or my second heart that keeps me going during the tough times. And just like any part of yourself you grow to know it fully before you really start to love it and appreciate it. This is what I have done with Blair. We got to know each other, for as much as I would let him in before we moved to the next level of accepting him into my world and allowing him to be my guide.

He moves into my arms now, laying his head on my bare chest. I will never figure out how he knows I am lying on my back and willing to accept him to cuddle. It's odd, I never wanted Carolyn or any of my lovers to lay on me, it's not something I enjoyed. When you have someone on your chest it restricts your movement and your ability to act in a given situation. I guess that's another thing that Blair taught me how to do - relax and trust yourself to be safe. I never let my guard down before him. Not even in my own home. But he showed me that you have to be at ease from time to time; it's good for the soul. Plus this allows me to feel his soft hair on my bare chest. It's like little strands of
silk teasing the skin as he moves. Soft, delicate, fragile. His curls are amazing things unto themselves. They go whatever way they want when they want especially in Blair's sleep. He can go to bed and with in minutes it seems they are stuck out in every direction. But I don't mind, they frame his face so well and when they go everywhere it's as if they open up his personality to me allowing me to see all that is Blair's face.

The sky is beginning to brighten now and I know I don't have much time left in this morning magic of sorts. I reach up and run my hand down his bare back and watch his skin react to my touch. I love this. I love him. He is my everything at the end of the day. He is the reason I get up and the reason I come to bed. He has slowly become my world. And it's moments like this, while he is sleeping that I reaffirm this to myself and enjoy the peaceful slumber he has in my arms.

The End