As I lie down beside you, watching you drift off to sleep, my eyes are drawn to your hair. Perhaps it’s that early morning Autumn sun that we’ve both come to love peeking through the shades of your windows, or maybe I’m simply imagining things in the half-awake state I’ve become so accustomed to, but your hair looks different. There’s a glow to it. I see flickers of gold and brown that I’ve never noticed, as if they’ve been hiding all this time, too shy to ever come out. Your curls are waves and my hand becomes a ship, exploring as much as I can without waking you up. My fingers are sails, gently guiding the vessel through each crest and trough. For a moment I pause, lost in thought as I usually am, and think about us. I wonder if it will always be like this, or if one day you will have had enough. I wonder how long this will last. I wonder if there will be a time when the ship has sailed and you decide to stop, letting the anchor sink, and with it, my heart.