The wind screams outside of my window. It's probably around 3:30 right now, and any normal human would be asleep, but I'm far from normal. Besides, watching Kyle sleep is much more interesting.

I chuckle softly when he shifts and his hair falls in front of his face. I reach out and gently sweep it away. I know you're probably thinking, "Gee, Stan, isn't that a tad bit homosexual?" Well, let me tell you, buddy, I don't give a fuck. If you could see Kyle while he sleeps (or at any time, really) you'd be attracted to him too.

I breifly consider waking him up. On one side, he'd probably be pissed that I woke him without a reason and kick me off the bed. But on the other side, he's hot when he's pissed. I decide against it and continue 'studying' him. I must having been staring too loudly because he stirred. "Go to sleep, Stan." He mumbled into the pillow.

"I don't sleep, Ky, you know that." I smile at him. He turns his head to look at me. His eyes are barely open while he stares at me. I open my arms and my smile grows larger. Kyle groans with exhaustion but he still moves closer and allows me to hold him. His head rests on my chest as he plays with the fabric of my shirt absentmindedly.

"Can I go back to sleep?" He yawns. I smile again because, damn, he's too cute for his own good. I shake my head 'no' and he laughs. "What do you suggest we do, then?"

"Uh, I dunno. Cuddle?"

"I'll just fall asleep."

"Fine, fine. Lucky bastard." I kiss the top of his head and he kisses my chest in appreciation.

I watch him drift away slowly. I sigh contentedly and close my eyes. I know I won't be visiting dreamland any time soon, but when you're watching Kyle it's almost as if you're there already.