Thoughts during the break of dawn, bursts of sunlight peaking throught the gap in the window curtains, illuminating his silhouette -- backlit side view of his sleeping face, his semi-beard turning gold where the sun hits it... I 'm lying beside him, strumming my fingers on his chesthair :

I know we're just passers-by in each other's lives right now but what if...? what if I stayed...? 

Because I could really get used to this