lazy smirk

its 4 am
our feet touching beneath the covers, playfully touching
a giggle escapes my lips
he smiles, lazily
"what're you laughin at?" he whispers
the dimples in his cheeks appear at the whites from his eyes slowly dissappear
"are you falling asleep?" I asked in a mock offended tone
"maybe"
"just maybe?"
lazy smirk.
i scoot closer, our noses touch.
his eyes slowly open and stare into mine
a warmth washes over me, content
our steady breathing
it's morning
it's love