My eyelids feel heavy, yet awake, the scene is too much of a delight. Not a floorboard creaking, or a flickering light, but what approaches us in the night. Our hands intertwined, our eyes locked, and I lay on your lap, slowly getting rocked. My eyelashes flutter, as they fill up with tears of grace. You always look at me with this sweet look on your face. Your fingers dance around my scalp, twirling my hair. My chest beats faster than a drum, and I feel myself stare. The lightness of clouds carry me, and the sky embraces me, and when I open my eyes I see you, my star.Â