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I'm tired. I don't know why I'm not in Mike's arms, sound asleep. God knows he's out like a light, snoring a little, whimpering softly, tossing and turning in my absence. I could stay up all night, sitting in a chair, watching him sleep. He's beautiful when he's awake, but he's truly a sight to behold when asleep. There's an air of perfect contentment when he's asleep...sleep is like the ultimate escape from reality. So there he is...a picture of near perfection, tranquil, gorgeous. I watch every movement he makes; the slight leg-twitching, the rising and falling of his chest, a hand brushing over his hair (God only knows why, he doesn't have much). Sometimes he gets really restless and kicks the blankets to the floor. This is when I'm not in bed beside him, as I tend to keep the blankets on the bed when I'm in it with him. And I watch his mouth as his lips purse and pout and frown...or curl into a slight smile. When I sit and watch him, it makes me long to touch him, to softly caress his face, or run a hand over his hair, wrap him in my arms, treat him like a delicate piece of fine china. But I don't touch him for fear of waking him up and ruining the moment for myself. When I watch him sleep, it's like I fall in love with him all over again. It all comes back to me -- the reasons I fell in love with him to begin with. He's everything I never knew I always needed.
I guess it sounds kind of creepy or perverted to think that I sit and watch him while he's unaware of it, but it's hard for me to think of it so negatively (not like I'm a stranger to being perverse). It's just a quiet moment (which seems rare with Mike sometimes because he tends to talk too much) when I can reflect upon our relationship; separate the good from the bad, and think about how I can help make it better.
On a less related note (I really didn't have intentions of babbling about a sleeping Mike), I tried my hand at baking last night and made a lemon pie. Mike seemed to enjoy it as he's got practically all of it consumed now (I've had very little of it mind you). Which is probably for the best because he could stand to gain a few pounds. Don't get me wrong, I think he's perfect as is, I just fear breaking him in half or something.
And to Adam and Eric who enjoy performing with out us, I say: remember I am the glue that holds it all together. Sure these acoustic shows you two are doing are relatively successful now, but it'll all go downhill if you were to lose the Professor Ken Beck, percussionist extraordinaire/God of the back beat.
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