8 Words Contest

Late at night beside you in bed, I heard a chirp of ecstasy slip between your lips. I turned from my book, and looked at your shoulder, trying to imagine what rendezous you dreamt, if it was someone unique. I tried to imagine what finesse it was that made you utter in your sleep such satisfaction, utter such a precarious truth. I tried not to imagine you gallivanting, unbridled, with anything possible. I planned to be as nonchalant as coffee when I asked you in the morning about your dreams. But, I never dreamed that night you would never acquiesce. 5/3/2018