Tiptoeing to your bed, makes me love the night. I always wait for you to fall asleep because then I can get closer to you. I can play with your brown hair, combing it through my nails. Sometimes pieces break off, but I just take them back to my home. I love making shapes out of the freckles on your face, it makes me yearn for my own freckles. I'll uncover your toes to see what colour you have painted them. My favourite is when they are blue, when it matches my fur.
I do this every night. I love watching you sleep. How your stomach softly rises and lowers, it's hypnotizing. I'll stare for hours at night, trying to figure you out.
I'll watch till the sun peaks through the windows. Then I'm tiptoeing back to my part of the room. I open my door, careful so that it doesn't creak too loudly. As I walk back in, I can smell your clothes. I leave the door slightly ajar so I can watch the sun light up your bedroom and illuminate your body. When I see your head move, I hide behind your clothes and listen to your footsteps leave the room.
I suppose I will never know the colour of your eyes and you will never know the colour of mine.