As he rolls over, he is most vulnerable. I feel his body sink into the mattress, hear his breathing deepen, glance at his relaxed face in the moonlight. The crickets' chirp outside the window distract me from my own desire for sleep, and I toss and fidget in an effort to get comfortable. I turn to him, snuggling my head against his chest and curling into his body. His arm raises, then lowers to pull me closer to him. As I listen to his heart beating in his chest, he mumbles, "I love you," kisses the air, and is asleep again within seconds.