We went back—
   not to chase anything,
   not to set sparks flying,

   not to rewrite midnight.

Then—
     We just slept.

The kind often talked about, but rarely found.

Just your breath on my shoulder,
     a heartbeat slow enough to trust,
     limbs tangled up just right—

     like puzzle pieces,
     finding their perfect fit without even trying.

We slept—
         deep and dreamless,
             still as stone,
yet somehow always reaching,
               even in rest—
      fingers brushing skin,
    quiet proof of presence.


Morning surprised us both—
     arriving unannounced,
  curtains glowing softly,
      eyes blinking awake,

  bodies unmoved from where they began.

We stayed still a while longer,
   holding onto the quiet,
   feeling the truth of the night before—

   knowing we’d found something rare
   in the space between dusk and dawn.

*The* Sleep.

A night so gentle,
        so complete,
        no words needed,
        no explanations—

        the Rest we didn’t realize we’d been waiting for.