Scenario I

No wonder my bed feels a lot warmer on this rainy Sunday morning;
my best guess it's because you're here, lying right next to me.
Deep in your sleep, I see your chest go up and down as you take a breath.

Tranquil.

I brush my hand against your warm cheek,
then move it up slowly,
letting my fingers carefully playing with your curly hair.

As I plant my lips to your ear,
softly sing to you that one song we both love the most,
I feel your hands move and pulling me a lot closer to you than I already am.

"And I swear at that moment, we were infinite."