"The Room"

by Chase Blevins
(Lexington, Kentucky, USA)

I live for moments like this one, a moment of honest vulnerability. Your breaths have slowed, Signifying your mind slipping into sleep. No other air on earth could possibly be more important at this instant than the air so methodically entering and exiting the nose resting on my shoulder. Not even my own breaths have taken importance - they are nonexistent, preserving the quite wrapped around the rhythm of your inhale, and exhale. Your breaths is almost as warm as your embrace. Me, cradled in your arms; you, a blanket of limbs, gently fallen atop my body in comfortable protection. I feel your heartbeat pulsing through the otherwise still room. Four empty white walls all with your heartbeat echoing off them, like a lullaby of whiskey being swallowed. I am honored to be the only one able to hear the metronome of life of such a perfect creation. Looking so delicate, so worry free. All I wish for you is that your mind could be this peaceful all the time.