The rain pelts sliding and dancing down my window
In the dark I lie undisturbed covered in my blanket of doubt
A bolt of lightening strikes lighting up the sky in brilliant hues
I lay listening to the thunder rumble its authority
Silently, I lift a stray hair from his brow
His skin is warm beneath my fingers
His slow breathing is somewhat mesmerizing
I imagine how my life would have been different without him here
This house, this bed, they would only be figments of reality
Another bolt strikes
Sometimes the paths we follow lead us into unfamiliar territory
Sometimes were forced to grow up quickly and learn early the sting of life
Rumbling thunder
I lie physically unmoving
I close my heavy eyes slowly feeling my body flooded with warmth
The warmth reassures me that this is right
The thunder booms once more but in the distance this time
The rain reverts to a drizzle and I slumber with a smile upon my face
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