June 28, 2015

My dearest,

Patti Smith tells us that the night belongs to lovers. When you are tired or I am ailing, the night belongs to us watching over each other.

You have jet lag, you say. One night you turn in early; another has you staying up till early morn. Tonight I’m under the weather, I say. Fatigued. I’ll get in bed, I say, and read a book. I have A.S. Byatt’s Angels & Insects to cuddle up with.

An hour later (or two, who knows?), I open my eyes and you are beside me with your iPad in your hands. You tell me you have found a new fantasy series online to read and that I began snoring almost immediately after my head hit the pillow. Rubbish, I say. I was only resting my eyes. You shake your head.

We hold hands as you read your story and I pretend to snore (I’m only resting my eyes, honest).

Yours, ever and always.