I was up much of the night, much like most of the nights. I tried to be okay with it, because when I get upset for not falling asleep, it just makes things worse, makes the chatters louder and more imperious. I tried not to move around much, but the thought of not moving around made my body stiff and i had to move. Every time I moved, he moved, his deep breathing interrupted and I was sorry. I looked out the window. It was never really dark. The sky was a smokey gray with a tinge of orange from the street lights. And the leafless trees looked beautiful. Leafless trees always look beautiful. Lights came through the slits of the curtains and made long, criss-crossing patterns on the ceiling. The room was shadowed, dark except for these light patterns on the ceiling and him. It seemed a stolen moment. A stolen glimpse. I should’ve been sleeping. The gray in the sky turned lighter. Birds woke up. A mumbled conversation seeped through from behind the wall. The deep rhythmic sounds of the rain drop paced the world. 

Then he opened his eyes, blonde lashes fluttered at me.