Two hours in a car. The sun's hot rays beating down on us. Both of us exhausted. Both in dire need of deep slumber.

No, I'm not writing a poem; I just needed a nice intro.

We met at the cat house and together we hopped inside a car. Like any other trip, we had a little chat on how our day was. He yawns -a sign of exhaustion. I'm guessing that he slept late again, working on his speech for his brother's wedding, working on a video for school -basically, working.

He took my hand, and I moved close. I looked up and saw him shut his eyes. No, he wasn't asleep YET.

I closed my eyes and rested.

I felt his hand twitch -he must have fallen asleep. But how to prove that he's really asleep? LISTEN. Listen 'cause he has a nasal condition than causes him to snore when unconscious.

I felt like a mom watching her own child pant from exhaustion -something that brings tears to a mother's eyes. It was the cutest thing and yet it was so sad. I wanted to pull him close and hold him tight, make him something and just simply cater to him -make things better; make him feel better.

I have never seen him so tired. Nakakaawa tignan. He was so tired and was in such deep sleep a while ago yet, still, he held my hand the whole trip home. It was the sweetest thing.