Quiet exhalations, incoherent murmurs slowly pulsing vein in your temple, pre-dawn light casting beautiful shadows across the room, across your body. Replacing the blankets you kicked away in some fevered sleep long gone; tucking you in like the child I'll never have tender caress across your stubbled cheek. Birdcalls from outside, and you stir; leaning down, pressing a kiss gently to your unlined forehead; closing the door behind me as I leave.