That smile

He wakes up and thinks about her. She wasn’t in his dream. He was looking for her everywhere, but couldn’t find her in his dream. So the first thing he does when he wakes up is look for her. He sees her lying beside him, snuggled up close to him, her hair touching his arm, a sweet smile on her face as she sleeps peacefully. A smile crosses his face, he wants to reach out and caress that face. Just as he is about to do so, he checks himself, do I really want to wake her up, he asks himself. He doesn’t want to disturb this blissful smile upon her face. A smile that has cost him his heart, the smile that he would give anything to see over and over again. A smile that makes his heart skip a beat, every time he sees it play upon her lips. A smile he would never want to wipe away.
And so he just sits there and watches her smile, his heart smiling back down upon her.