The last two hours I’ve been trying to fall asleep. I failed maybe because I can’t sleep with cold feet (or with socks on).
I then remembered the moment when you told me some years back you just broke up with your girlfriend because she wanted a child from you.
Back then I just thought: why all women want a child? Can’t they be happy with what they got?…
Tonight I think: Oh lucky woman.
At least she met you…
knew you…
your habits: what you would never like for dinner, on what side of the bed you always lay, why you prefer a certain colour over another…why you always walk this way, where it hurts you most and why…
she could look into your eyes, touch and feel you…
see through you like an encyclopedia just with a lot more humour…
everything so clearly defined …
made for you….
feel how your characteristics shape in the moonlight through a curtain just too thin to keep the street light out…only broken by the snoring dog on the other side of the bed.
Your dreams mistake it for a serenade and so you sleep in your own world’s untouched tranquility.