He Sees You When You're Sleeping

by Alta Hensley

Over the past few years, I’ve been shoveling Chloe’s walkway after a snowstorm for three reasons.

“Wanna know a secret? I happen to like dark,” he says, his eyes connecting with mine.

“Good night, Ms. Scrooge,” he murmurs. “Sweet dreams of sugarplums and serial killers.”

You want a man who doesn’t ask. He just does. You want a man who takes control, who knows what you need before you even realize it yourself. I see a woman who craves intensity. Who wants to be pushed to her limits, to experience everything life has to offer. But I also see someone who’s afraid. Afraid of losing control, of being truly vulnerable.

“I want the insane asylum kind of love.”