I smooth down the covers with my hand and forget you for a moment in favor of soft blankets. Then I stop fussing with the way I’m lying down and settle back against the pillow, and you drift into my thoughts again.

I want you in my bed.

I don’t want you “in my bed” in that sense. I don’t mean sex. Don’t get all perverted. Maybe I can look at this in a naïve way, because I’m a girl. I don’t really know. I don’t know how you think. Heck, most of the time I don’t know what girls think or how I think, so that’s not saying much.

But I want you here. I want you here beside me so I can run my fingers through your hair. We could curl up under the covers together. And I would feel you warm against me, and I would know that you were there. That you were mine.

I want you in my bed, I think, because the closer you are to me, the closer you are to my heart.

I want you in my heart, I think, because in moments of weakness, I need to know, maybe, that you love me.

Soundtrack: “Tongue Tied” and “Second Chance” – Faber Drive