I like it when you sleep. I like the calmness of your face and the way in which you breath, I like how you are settled and don't tug on your sleeves. I like the slowness of your heart - how it beats, steady, in your chest and how when you are sleeping, I also get to rest. I'll sit beside you in the darkness and I'll watch you with great care, I'll count all of your freckles and from your face, I'll brush your hair. I'll watch you and I'll worry, about problems that aren't mine, but the why in which you sigh will suspend them all in time.