“Oy, lazybones. Wake up!” he nudges, sitting at the edge of the bed to light a cigarette.
“I wasn’t sleeping.” she smiles, holding his waist and pulling him towards her.
“So what were you doing, then? With your eyes closed?” he murmurs, tracing a line with his fingers around her lips.
“Trying to capture every sound, trying to store every memory. So I don’t forget.”
“Forget what, ma? I’m right here, with you. You know am not leaving, right?”
“I do. But then, who knows…”
“You’ve got to stop doing this you know. I am not God.”
“That is for me to decide.”
“Do not use my lines against me!”
“But you do that all the bloody time! How is that fair?”
“Because I can get away with it.”
“You want to know what I was dreaming of?”
“Of you, holding me as I sleep. Running your fingers through my hair.”
“But again, I am right here. You don’t have to dream of me when I am right here!” he smiles, kissing her brow.
“Tell that to my subconscious.” she giggles. “Now shut the hell up and let me sleep.”