Sweet dreams

I look at his back as he faces the other way his breathing is steady, regular, his hair is gray I inch closer to him and breathe in the smell of his skin he smells like home should smell I touch him gently - he doesn't move I inch closer moulding myself to his sleeping body I hear my heart beating into his back, into his muscles, coursing down his veins I smile sleepily now I know I shall sleep Now I'm happy, I'm content Now I am me