It Was The Other Night

You woke in the dark blue of night and brought me along unwittingly. As I followed you out of the room, still blinking the dreams from my eyelashes, I followed your shadow through the hallway. I turned the corner and saw the lights of the city creating your silhouette. The clouds hung low over the city lights making a warm glow instead of a black canvas. I walked right up behind you and pressed myself against your pajamas to be able to look over your shoulder and out the window. such a strange glow to the night.
I could smell you. Your hair.
Neither of us made a move to acknowledge the other. Just my body pressed against yours. The warmth between us reminded me of little boy fingertips draped over rolls fresh from the oven.
Silence in the hallway interrupted only when someone opened their door letting the sound of a TV escape. Then the silence again. It surrounded us. Your breathing was the next thing I heard, and I wanted to steal it.
Wear it.
Drink it.
Have it someway in my mouth.
It smelled like warm tea and chap-stick.
In that moment as I watched your breath become fog on the window I tried reaching out to take it.
I woke with my arm reaching towards the ceiling. Laying there in my bed. Sweeping my arm out under the blankets searching for you, finding nothing.
I missed you, and I don't know you.