Sounds

The sound from my bathroom—the sound of his bathing, brushing teeth—or simply doing wudhu.

The sound of his beating heart when he fall asleep straight to my ear when I put my head on his chest—the pulse that live me up.

The sound of him snoring—sometimes it bothers a little but I can bare with it.

The sound of his voice—talking about his problems, my problems, our problems, our future, or simply small talk until 4am—or when he woke me up—so deep yet so soft.

The sound when he’s breathing—and it tickles my skin—

It calms me down.

Those are the sounds that I’d like to hear for the rest of my life.