"Sleep"

He awoke with a slight start. He looked up, to see her standing over him, eyes glossy in the moonlight. “Did you have a nightmare?” he asked. She nodded gently. “C’mon.”
He lifted up the comforter, and she laid down next to him on the sofa. He felt her tremble slightly, as she buried her head in his chest. He sighed. All he wished for was this girl’s happiness. He wrapped his arms around her, and stroked her hair. He cooed to her softly, and kissed the top of her head.
“I love you,” she whispered into his shirt.
“I love you too,” he said. “Wake me up if you decide to go back to bed, okay?”
She nodded again. By now she’d stopped trembling. Her hand gripped his shirt, and he smiled to himself. He wished he could stay like this for the rest of his life. Though he wished he could take back all the stupid things he’d said to her to make her hurt, however few, he did not wish to hurt her. Things like that, however, are inevitable. Though they hurt, wounds do heal, and people do forgive.
His mind was made up. Nothing good ever comes free. So he vowed to try as hard as possible, whether it killed him or not, to make it work. All he ever wanted, lay beside him now, asleep. He was determined not to lose that.
The stars shone brightly outside the window. He looked at the moon, and song played through his brain. It’s melody swam through him, and he looked at the sleeping girl beside him. He smiled, and buried his face in her sweet-smelling hair, closing his eyes. Sleep was waiting for him on the other side.

-Yeah. Something i wrote when i was bored, and slightly contemplative. I don't know about this one though. It doesn't really have a flow to it, but instead, it's more of just me, thinking about stuff and writing it down, and making it into a situation. I might improve on it later, make it a bit more of a story, like it was intended. Well, really, it was originally going to be a poem, but i changed my mind before i started writing. So this is what resulted.

-Moi