Wide awake, but sleeping.

It's warm, feeling his love.
It's bright blue.
He helps me cook dinner, and strokes my back when it's sore.
Since the operation he's been gentle and kind.

It's taken a year to reach this point.
For once. For us. For him.
I had given up on our relationship, after metaphors of banging heads into walls.

Maybe this time it's real.
Maybe this time the love will stick to his heart like gum.