We were lying in bed trying to get some sleep. But I couldn’t. Maybe it was because subconsciously I didn’t want to fall asleep. Why should I miss a single second of this great feeling of our bodies being so close to each other?
So, towards morning when he was already snoring I became quite restless. Every ten minutes I turned around, waking him up with my moves. Time and again he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I’m not talking about two or three times. It seemed to be a million times. And he just, again and again, opened his eyes patiently and smiled happily. It was a warm smile that seemed to come directly from the sun. How is this possible? The men I used to know didn’t care. They didn’t even wake up when I really tried to wake them up. And this wonderful man here who doesn’t know me at all was so sensitive to feel my inner unrest. Maybe he can’t remember and for him everything happened in a kind of half-dream. But still.
When I told him that I was sorry that I didn’t let him sleep he just looked at me with his famous smile and said: "Never mind. I’m with you“. Maybe he doesn’t remember but for me... This sentence touched my soul.