I don’t remember when I fell asleep. Last night, I remember, a simple discussion drifted into an argument. I came back throwing my hands and slipped under the duvet and pretends to sleep. He came after what looks like an hour and I felt a kiss on the forehead.

I removed the curtains aside and see the world outside comes to life in the morning sun. Looking at him, sleeping like a baby curled in the duvet, I feel like giving up the whole world, without him it doesn’t mean anything to me. We are the world to each other. He is everything to me.

‘Hey boy, wake up, it’s morning’

He opened his eyes and pulled me under the duvet, wrapped his arms around me and fall asleep. I think it does no harm to sleep for a little while on some days.