muffinsphinx

She sighs. She sighs. He holds his breath. She sighs. He wishes she would stop. Wishes she would say something he can understand. All he knows now is that they are laying in bed together, his arm over her waist, her head tucked under his chin, and he is confused, and his whole body is tense, and she is only sighing. She sighs. He wants to relax, to melt into sleep with her in his arms and in his dreams, but he can't. She is sighing, and he is trying desperately to comprehend. But she won't explain, and in this dark room he can't see her face, her eyes. He doesn't understand. She sighs. What does that mean? They are so close now, so close