because of the bacon.

She called me at 2am
waking me to tell me
that her power went out
and that there was
no possible way that
she would be
able to sleep as
cold
as the night
was.

I said she should spend the
night here.

“Perfect,
because if I’m not
going to be sleeping, I’d
rather the reason to be you,”

by the time she came over
I fell asleep, apparently
snoring, mouth open on my couch

and she found it rude to just
flat out wake me, so she took her time,
showered instead and then
proceeded to make bacon.

When I opened my eyes
to the heavenly aroma,
she was standing there,
hair still wet, wearing one
of my shirts as a night gown
(with nothing underneath)
holding a plate of bacon
smiling telling me to wake up
it was morning.

It was 4:30 and although
I usually brutally murder those
who wake me before
10, I just let her kiss me

or rather I kissed her
and kissed her
and well, kissed her

until she told me to stop
because the bacon was getting cold.
I told her “I love you.”
then we ate the bacon.

Later we were lying in bed,
bathed in an awkward
yet tender silence
her head was on my chest
her arms wrapped around me
she then looked up at me and asked
“why do you love me?”

I really didn’t know
so I told her it was because of the bacon,
and she put her head down and said
“I love you, too.” and started to laugh

I asked why

“because of your heat.”

We then kissed,
and the night sky became
day, and our breaths became
heavy and room became
warm, we showed each other
we loved each other for
much, much more.