another scene...

You were on the edge of your bed as I walked into your room, making your way into consciousness. I lingered at the doorway for a moment, smiling, before I came to your side and ran my hands through your hair. Climbing past you, I made myself comfortable on your bed. You turned toward me and we talked about many things.

Things that made us happy to remember...

Things we would rather forget...

I rested my back on a wall behind me and left my legs spread open slightly. I placed a pillow in that space and you reclined into me. Again, my hands ran through your hair. I looked down at you and you looked up at me and we were content. I laid back on some pillows behind me and we continued to converse. Minutes and then hours slipped by unnoticed. Text messages and a couple of phone calls went by ignored. You continued to listen as I explained many things I felt and then you explained your thoughts in turn. Some moments passed by in peaceful silence.

Suddenly, something unexpected -- you turned over. I smiled wondering what would have made you do that. You laid on the pillow and I ran my hands through your hair for a couple of strokes. We continued to pass time like this for what seems like eternities... blissful, quickly-passing eternities. It was easily one of the most beautiful moments a human experiences...

... and easily the most tragic.

A bit later, after you returned home and I returned from my outings for the day, we reconvened and repeated this process also using blankets as the cool of the night descended on us. You couldn't sleep, but you needed to. We lay down to talk in the same way we were lying when we were together earlier. I lay down and so did you, making yourself comfortable and passing into sleep. I watched you for a while then also passed into sleep as well.

It was like watching sand run through an hourglass. The most beautiful sand man has ever known...