Your partner lays on his side facing you, one of his hands under his chin. Both sets of his eyes are closed. Uncharacteristic of the beast. Sleep never comes this quickly to him. Maybe he is…meditating? Surely not sleeping.

You’re brought back to reality as a finger poke you hard on the forehead. His left eyes are open, peering at you.

“Sleep.” he says simply. You can tell he likes the attention of your admiring gaze, though. He loves how you love him.