nightlight's warm glow.

feels so comfortable, feels right.
softly shut the car doors
follow her up the steps
don't need a word.

i in my tux, she in her gown
tiptoe down the hallway
hushed- door where sleepers lie.
nightlight's warm glow.

slip off uncomfortable shoes
fall back in soft old chairs.
one last toast of bubbly
quiet laughter

remembering our adventures
musn't wake the sleepers.
bits of conversation
easy silence.

an evening out with my darling
a tale as old as time,
a perfect night with her.
a masquerade.

every night should be like tonight.
all laughter and bubbly
feels so right. feels just right.
with her by me.

quietly past the sleepers' room,
down the steps, to the garage
drive her back to her place,
to her boyfriend.

it's borrowed. can't wait 'til it's real:
thank the sitter, pay her.
slip past the children's room...
not my parents'.

Author notes

a friend and i just got back from a masquerade dance on campus. this isn't about me pining for her or wishing she and her boyfriend would break up. this is more an ode to the feeling. it all made me think of wendy's parents in the beginning of peter pan, glamorous and happy, going off somewhere beautiful, with the perfect family at home. i look forward to that kind of thing alot. tonight was a taste of the future, i hope. and yes, i am bummed that i still live with my parents.

titles are not my forte... any suggestions? i also welcome /constructive/ criticism in general... its been a while since ive written at all.

also... im considering cutting the last 3 stanzas, they feel clumsy... but then is it just a pile of mush? maybe just cut the last and third to last? does the last line come across as wry as i intended? idk... i put in the third to last stanza 'cause it seemed like a necesary transition. the second to last was supposed to be kinda funny, but came out angsty for those who dont know the situation. the last was one more attempt at humor, but it might be too clumsy.