I squinted, trying to see what she meant. But of course, you cant see words. I ended up staring at her thin burgundy lips.

“Why would I do tha-”

Her mouth intruptted mine. I pulled away to complain, “You taste like an ashtray.”

She was still laughing as I leaned in to continue kissing her. Despite my remark, I could still taste a bit of cinnamon happiness underneath all the nasty habits she had picked up after graduation; after we had all gone on to college.

Slowly, we stopped, and she put her ear agaisnt my chest and listened to my accelerated heartbeat.

I felt her breathing slow. Her fingers went limp in mine. My thumb traced the heart of ink on her left hand.

The angel was asleep. It made me terifficly happy that it would be her face I would wake up to; her warmth keeping my spine tingling, even as I dreamt.

Finally, as my eyelids fluttered shut, it was her soft snoring that put me to sleep smiling, humming even still, under my tired breath. For once, I wasn’t anxious about tomorrow.