Maybe.
Maybe, just maybe on a parallel universe, or at a different time and space, I'd wake up, to the blessed sight of you, in serenity sleeping, with your gentle arms tucked by my waist. I'd be surprised and as everyday, to what deed have I been granted this. I'd stare, at how immensely yet out of full ease you breath, I'd want to shower you with kisses, but then my silence and stillness is a lullaby for you, and I should let it be. I wouldn't know what it is, when it is, how it is, but for you, I'd lie down, till you'd wake up and then like the breaking dawn, your smile would shine throughout out, illuminating my day and oh, madno! my soul!
