I
Her eyes were dark and heavy and sleepy.
It was late into the night, in a house out in
The country; sparse and empty roads and
Miles of trees before you got to the interstate.
II
We were watching TV, an old romantic movie,
And had made a few awkward attempts at conversation.
We were both friends with the home's owner
But we did not know each other.
III
It was cold that night, well into a bitter but snowless winter.
We wrapped ourselves in blankets, and she cuddled my shoulder.
We watched beautiful people have beautiful problems.
We slowly drifted to sleep, my head resting on hers.
IV
I awoke sometime later, the movie over, a test pattern.
The young woman was still asleep on my shoulder.
I watched her sleep, and felt at peace, again drifting off.
I dreamed easily that night, which I never do in winter.
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