My Journey

I walked the dark Seattle streets to get here.

But is the city ever really dark?

I open his apartment door with the key.

My key.

I step inside and take a deep breathe.

His scent floods my brain.

Locking the door again I slip out of my Converse.

And walking down the hallway I strip the hoodie off from over my pajamas.

I sigh as I reach the doorway.

My shoulders relax as I see his silhouette through the darkness.

I slip under the covers

And climb into his arms.

Minutes later he sense me there.

It wakes him up.

He must wonder how long I’ve been here.

He kisses the top of my head and pulls me closer.

He doesn’t know I’m awake.

That makes it mean more.

He must know something’s wrong.

I walked the dark Seattle streets to get here.

But is it ever really dark in his arms?