Safe At Last

I awake to find myself in an empty room.

Wait, no, it’s not empty. There’s a bed, and there’s me,

And there’s him—the steady rise and fall of his chest,

His slow, even breaths brush softly against my face.

Pulling closer, I wrap my arm tight around him,

Like that hug will keep this night from never ending.

Still asleep, he moves his arm over my shoulder,

Running his fingers so softly over my skin.

I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing I’m safe here,

Lying in this dark-filled room so close to my friend.

“I’m always safe when I’m with you,” I say gently.

He hugs me tightly, but I know he’s still sleeping. 

I close my eyes against the deepening darkness

Surrounding me, except for right here, in this bed,

Next to my friend, I am safe at last—finally.