I recognize the ceiling, the walls. The details, and for a second... Everything feels strange.
Like I'm in a place I know... but that no longer belongs to me at all.
But it's not uncomfortable, it doesn't hurt.
It is... different.
I look down and there he is. Ethan, asleep.
So close... that I can see every detail of his face. His relaxed expression, his deep breathing.
The quiet rhythm of his chest rising and falling under my hand.
I stare at him, silently. Without haste, as if this moment... I didn't need anything else.
My hand barely moves.
It slowly moves up… to his face, I touch him gently.
My fingertips running down his cheek, soft... as if I were afraid to wake him up.
But I don't; he remains asleep. Oblivious to everything, and that… allows me to observe him without filte
