you are sleeping now. fitfully, body consumed by the unfairness of the world and a fire that rages, eyes constantly opening to accuse the creator with the glint of the light reflecting off moist irises. it is dark, the moonlight comfortable lighting for brooding muses and swollen despair.

i am going to be air, a breeze cut by the metal window grilles into a soft kiss barely imperceptible on your skin, soothing you so quietly it's almost unconscious, gently pulling the blanket of sleep over your feet, your thighs, your torso, your arms and finally your shoulders. no matter how humid or warm the night may be, you always have to be covered in a blanket. i have taken heed of that.

soon your eyes will open less and open slower, your shoulders slacken and your fingers start to twitch. i as the breeze now kiss slower, kiss softer, kiss deeper. i hurriedly employ the stars to dim and twinkle less energetically so that they will merge into a sticky glowing milky way between half-open eyes. one of them cheekily winks seventeen times at me in morse code, and i make a mental note to whoosh hard enough to almost extinguish his fire later, just to scare him. luckily, you do not notice, and your chest rises and falls in slowing heavy sighs.

when you have fallen asleep, i try to wrap myself around you in a cool hug, and with a final soothe on your right cheek, i leave