Thought

We are laying in bed.
He grabs my hand and laces his fingers with him. I silently breath a sigh of relief under my breath. This is a sign, I tell myself, he wants to be close.
In the morning I wake up, hot and sweaty. His shirt I threw on the night before is sticking to my back. I roll over, willing myself to go back to sleep. I had a dream about him last night that I can’t remember. He shakes me awake again after awhile and gives me 5 little kisses on the mouth. Internally, I feel so happy. Good luck, I tell him. He has an interview today.

What do you want? I ask, silently.
Do you really like me?