HER SMILE IS MY EVERYTHING

I received her calling telling me that she was really tired and could not stay up and wait for me. Every other day, no matter how late I reach home, mainly due to work, she stays up to wait for me so that we can go to bed together. There are a few exceptions though, like that night when she called to say goodnight and that she loved me.

I told her that I loved her back and put the phone down. I got into the car, exhausted after a full day of work. It was one of those days where I wished I did not had to work at all; wished that I had money so that I can support both of us without having to put in so much energy. I secretly wished she was awake because I knew that nothing world make me feel better than having her arms around me. But I knew that her day must have been equally exhausting and that was why she felt like she should go to bed first.

I parked the car in the garage before making way to our small but cosy little home.

The smell of blueberries greeted me and I was overcome by a sense of love towards her. I walked into the dining area and there it was; blueberry muffins sitting on the counter top waiting for me. She must have guessed from our short phone calls throughout the day that I was having a rough day. Blueberry muffins made by her were my only comfort food. I smiled as I took a bite and thought about how well she knew me.

I finished the muffin. It filled me up with a warm feeling inside. I felt loved and a great sense of happiness. I needed to see her now, even though I knew that she was sleeping.

I crept into our bedroom, quietly, so as to not wake her up. I went to her side of the bed and kneeled down beside her. She was sleeping in her funny position once again. She loved sleeping on her chest, with her face positioned sideways. This time though, there was a huge smile on her face. Her smile melted my heart and I wished I knew what was it that was causing her to smile so beautifully in her sleep. Right then, I wished that I had the power to visit her mind and be part of that happy dream. I wished she was dreaming of me.

I kissed her forehead lightly, stroked her hair for a while and just kneeled there staring at her smile. I kissed her smile so lightly; my lips barely touching hers. Then I crawled into bed next to her, wrapped my arms around her body. I kissed the back of her neck softly before forgetting everything tiring about the day, before falling asleep instantly.