Listen

He calms her down. Every minute together brings her breathing down to a normal level. She does not stress. The beating of his heart resonates in her ears encasing her in the rhythm and flow of each beat. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. To her this feels like home. The shallow breaths in his chest and the beat of his heart in her ear. She cannot think of one single place she would rather be. Or one single thought other then that moment. On the outside one might think she was smitten with him. In her mind she's not too sure. She would rather sit and watch his movements and memorize his face then fret over the what-if of the situation. One less tomorrow, she thinks, and one more yesterday. If only she could live in her yesterdays.