Miguel took strands of your hair and brushed it out with a comb, he always loved to watch you sleep including relax you in the middle of the night.

"You look so pretty when your asleep, mija." He smiled, and kept combing strands of your hair.

His lips leaned down and pecked your cheek to know that he didn't mind if you cuddled up to him or had a nightmare by his side, he'd be there for you either way.

The night sky in New York is absolutely gorgeous when it reaches 𝟷𝟸 : 0𝟹 𝙰 𝙼.