I loved to watch him when he was asleep. I felt like we were the only two people alive. Just him and me in our own private world, where I could say anything, and we could do anything.
I could just talk, and feel that he was listening. I didn’t have to know if he was awake or asleep. I could just talk to him. Say whatever I wanted.
“You know,” I remember saying one night. “You know what I’ve never done? I’ve never gone skinny dipping. Ever. It’s not that I havn’t wanted to. I guess I’m just too shy. Too shy. Too embarrased that my body won’t be as perfect as everyone elses. ” I sighed. “I love the way the human body looks. It’s so. So, beautiful. So flawless, streamlined, toned and agile. The most perfect macine on the planet. I love watching it move, the way that someone can flip or dance. I love watching people dance. You know something?” I said, glancing at him. “I’ve never danced with you.’
“Thats nice.” he muttered, then fell back to sleep. And I curled up next to him and drifted off with him.