Comfortable

For a moment, I thought we were comfortable at our place.
But then, time and time again I was proven wrong.

Spending time with each other,
doing nothing,
talking nonsense,
laughing at empty sentences,
biting, nibbling,
holding each other,
and whatnots.

This was what I always dreamt of,
to be with the person I longed to be.
Right there and then, I didn’t want to move.
Sitting in that room, was enough, especially when I slept on your lap.
how I didn’t want to get up, but you were uncomfortable.

It’s still the eyes that captures me. It always has.