Snores

 "The bed was so comfortable last night!  Usually I have trouble sleeping when I’m not in my own bed, but I’m pretty sure I was out like a light", I said to him.  His eyes were on the road and his left hand kept tight on the wheel while his right hand squeezed mine.  He always holds my hand when he drives.

"I know, you definitely did!" he smiled.  "As soon as we turned the lights out I heard you snoring…", he laughed and kissed my hand.

"Oh my god, I’m so sorry!" I laughed too. "You know I don’t snore all the time, I just….when I drink I sometimes do, I guess…"  My eyebrows furrowed in embarrassment and I smiled sheepishly.

"No, sweetheart…I was glad for it.  I know you don’t sleep well and I usually can’t sleep until I know that you’re comfortable.  So when I heard  your breathing change and your cute little snores I knew you were asleep and I was like, ‘ah, she’s good, she’s comfortable, I can sleep now’."

There was a silence in the air.  The evening sun was painfully streaming through the windshield.  My cheeks flushed hot and I knew it wasn’t from the sunlight beating down on my squinting face.  When I found my voice, I spoke.

"That’s probably the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me, Kevin."