Ours

I open my eyes from my favorite, most pleasant resting place.  From my pillow. It resides in a nook in between his arm and his chest.  I can hear the soft pitter patter of his heart beating, and I smell the faint scent of his slept in cologne.  After long nights, I catch occasional vibrations that travel through my head and into my body from his soft snores, that somehow send me into a peaceful slumber.  I long to go to sleep every night, only to awake from my special place every morning.