I wake with a start, there's screaming from the room next to mine! That's Chris's room! Without thinking whether it's a good idea or not I burst into the room. Chris is lying there, fast asleep, with tears streaming down his face. 'He must be having a nightmare' I think to myself, and I wonder if I should wake him and rescue him. But even as I watch he calms, the dream has taken a better turn and a smile creeps onto his face. He's safe, I know I should leave him and return to bed, but I can't help but stay and watch Chris.
I sit down on the floor. Chris looks so much younger when he's sleeping. He looks more innocent, more child-like, but still just as perfect. He nuzzles the pillow in his sleep and sighs slightly. He looks even cuter now, with his brunette hair falling down over his face. I wonder why I don't sit and watch him sleep more often! At least now I can sit and look at him, uninterrupted with my thoughts. When was it that I started liking this boy? I guess I