I want to fight the sleep out of my eyes just to be a little bit longer right beside you. I want to be comfortable enough to be wearing just your t-shirt that is long enough to serve me as a dress while I'm wearing nothing but my underwear underneath. I want to sit on a kitchen counter when it is 3am because we can't seem to get enough of each other and a conversation about the stars seems good enough of an excuse to keep us there looking at one another. As we sip cheap coffee with tons of sugar, even if none of us likes coffee, because we ran out of that good tea we like and we were both too lazy to go grocery shopping. I want you to catch me staring when you're looking up at the sky and lighting up a cigarette that you won't even finish smoking. I want you to smile that little smirk of yours that you do whenever you know you're right about something, or you know you're winning. The same smirk I say I hate but secretely love, and you keep doing it because you already know I lied. I want you to catch me yawning and pull me in and caress my hair. I want you to lead me to bed and I want you to kiss me tender just before we turn the light off and you put an arm around me and I lay my head on your chest. That is what I want.
