In Your Slumber

I wonder if, in your slumber, you can feel me gently rocking you back and forth, as my hand strokes your hair and moves it from your sleepy face.  If you could, would you push away?  I hope you wouldn't, but I know you don't like being held too tightly. 

Could you hear the silence?  If not silence, could you hear the steady beat of my heart, or the soft humming of a lullaby?  I know you love my little lullabies; I know how much they calm you.  I wonder what it is you're hearing right now.  If nothing, does it sound as painful as that feels?

I wonder if you feel the frigid air.  If not frigid air, do you feel warmth?  You're under a lot of blankets, but it's because you get so cold that you're wearing two layers of clothing in this fifty-degree weather. Are your feet warm? I wonder if your feet are warm.  I won't check, in fear I might wake you.

Perhaps, maybe it's warmth you feel. Perhaps, it's my arms around you.
Perhaps, maybe it's music you hear. If not music, then what is the soundtrack to your dream? 

-LJ
22 November 2016