We are lying in a golden field. The sunlight filters through the stalks of corn as I lean my head on your chest, timing my breathing to match yours. I have irrevocably and irreversibly fallen in love with you. Everything you do, from the way your gaze wanders softly across my face when you look at me, to the kiss goodbye that I dread each night and the kiss hello that I yearn for every morning.
I twist my fingers into yours, stroking your wrist, running my thumb over the bitten skin that surrounds your nails. Your only response is to mumble something incoherent as you sleep, and I smile to myself. Amber sunshine crosses your face, fighting with the approaching shadows, and your hair glistens with caught light. You look so peaceful without the usual slight frown on your face, or the worries behind your eyes.
I watch the sky slowly deepen from pink to red to purple. It will be dark soon, but I am not afraid - you are my protector, my white knight, and you will wake if there is danger. I close my eyes and whisper 'I love you'. You don't respond in your sleep.
We are lying in a golden field, and I am complete.