When on a plane - the snore

There were approximately 28 things that I loved about him. Well, probably more but at least 28 I could name off the top of my head if anyone bothered to ask. I remember when we first met, he seemed too good to be true. I stretched my palm across his cheek and held it softly, gazing into his deep hazel eyes. He smiled back and even though we had only spoken for 3 hours and 7 minutes, we knew. That evening we lay in his bed, shrouded by covers and our bodies smothered in one another’s kisses. He was so gentle and I felt overwhelmed. As we cuddled one another, it was almost as if we had been here before. His arms around me felt so familiar, his leg squeezing mine. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt at once at peace for the first time in years.

87 minutes later, I stood over his heaving body with a pillow in hand. Wondering how it all could have gone wrong so quickly. His eyes were closed and his mouth was propped open, allowing the loud rumblings to escape uninterrupted. My sleep. My precious sleep. I had drank up our first few warm moments together and slumber had taken me instantly. But now, I knew. With him by my side, I may never sleep again.