I awake from my 3rd dream only to see 2 eyes gazing at me intently.
Oh no! What was he looking at? Was he noticing my unruly nighttime hair? Was I drooling? Was I babbling in my slumber? Was he a victim of my flatulence?
Oh shit! Did I snore? Maybe I kicked him? Did I steal the covers? Maybe something I said during the day offended him and left him restless in his sleep?
Did I weep from my haunting nightmares? Did I sweat and lose my womanly dainty air of predisposed perfection?
Did crust form in my eye? Should I have slept in make-up to hide all my imperfections?
Did I laugh and give away my hopes and dreams for the future? Did I scream and allude to my fears? Have I lost my allure?
What is he looking at?!
He quickly apologizes for startling me. He says he wishes he knew what I dreamt about so he could make them come true. He says he likes my messy hair and all my other unfiltered accessories. He holds my hand and thanks me for being in his life. Then he kicks his smelly socks off, puts on the t-shirt with the hole in the armpit, the boxers with the bleach stain, and curls up next to me. He closes his eyes…
…when he opens them again, they meet mine.
Oh shit! What is she looking at?