Sam woke up inspired by the dream he had the night before. Creeping out of the room. He didn’t want to wake up anyone else in the house. His sisters were still asleep with their partners and Nadezdha wouldn’t be awake for at least another few hours. She always slept late and he was an early riser.
He quickly closed his eyes to connect with her and see if she was unusually awake at this time. Not wanting to disturb her if she was deep in REM sleep. That would never be beneficial for their already tetering relationship.
He instantly heard “I love it when you connect that way. So quietly and gently. It makes me tingle all over.”
“I am so happy to hear that. You know I am.”
“I know you are, my love.” Nadezdha was awake.
“My mind has been wandering again. Those paths are so dark, with browns and blues. To hide is easy and see the bad and not the good. It takes me back to the night we talked properly for the first time.” Sam was singing out the prose beautifully as Nadezdha interrupted quietly.
“I daydream of it as often as you do and it makes me miss your smell.”
“I miss watching you flow effortlessly around. Smiling and laughing at the smallest thing. Making me feel completely safe watching you gaze my way while you talked and laughed with friends. Always seeking my engagement. I sat back though. Not wanting to intrude. I enjoyed watching how you interact with other people and then would be so soft and shy with me. It didn’t take long to disarm you though because you really wanted to talk to me when we had the chance.” Sam was reminiscing about the night again. Like he had a thousand times before.
“You give me smiles and eyes. I melt into them.” Nadezdha was blushing and Sam could tell.
“It makes me feel that good too.” Sam reassured Nadezdha. “I am talking about my nervousness. My uncertainty at whether you would be interested, but I watched and waited. The way you and I engaged in conversation was mind blowing. Simple sentences and hand gestures. You settled those darker places for me and gave me a sense of completeness.”
“That’s got to be why you never give up then?” Nadezdha asked.
“Definitely.” Was all Sam needed to think, then back into comfortable silent contemplation.