Late-Nights

Finally, instead of late nights sniping aliens in Halo, or hacksauring in World of Warcraft, I have a living, breathing sensation next to me in bed.  It's late, probably 4 in the morning or so, and we sacked out awhile ago.  I woke up for some reason, and haven't been able to go to sleep, so I figured I would write.

I had imagined nights like this, in my dreams.  I can't believe a girl's beating heart is vibrating against my elbow as I'm writing this, and her body is moving ever so slightly to her breaths.  I don't even want to type in fear of waking her, but I need to do something to settle my nerves before curling back into her for more sleep and solace.

Well, I guess when I thought things couldn't go worse, they got a WHOLE lot better.  I had no where to go but up.