dreams of you

He asked me about my dreams and I told him those I only see asleep. His lips cracked a smile and I noticed I was crying silently, tears streaming down my face. whispering some words, I rested my head on his broad chest, begging him with my eyes to carry some weight off my shoulders because I couldn't take in more.
He took me in a warm embrace and I couldn't help but breathe his intoxicating smell in, like cigarettes and of expensive shampoo. His soft hands were gently tracing my shoulder blades and I felt myself loosen in his strong arms. I wanted to tell him how much he comforted me but I was interrupted by my annoying alarm at 6 am. Maybe when he asks me about my dreams ill tell him he was there himself.