I know what it’s like to fall asleep in his arms, to wake up with my head on his chest, and for his heartbeat to be the first sound I hear as consciousness slowly creeps back in. To feel his breath on my skin, and his fingers start to explore me and how I’m wrapped around him as he wakes. To linger in that half asleep state in a twilight haze until the morning light glows behind flowing white curtains. He looks at me and says my name without ever saying a word. It’s felt in his gaze and tight embrace. He holds me and says “I love you” without making a sound, it’s spelled out in kisses down my neck and down my side. It’s in that twilight haze where we meet in that space. It’s that one file in the archive I’d play and play if I had memories saved in a grain. It’s the lullaby my mind runs through when I lay my head down on my pillow. In that space, when I’m drifting in and out.