Dreams of Us: #9

Surges, unrealistic needs to always be touching you. Hands squeeze your tighter and you squeeze back, and I keep staring straight ahead. I hear them tell us about the mission and the only words I make out is, "might not make it out alive of this one." Something about the way he said it made me worry, you shot him a cocky smile and say "You always say that." I wish I could have that same amount of confidence, something about this job makes me stomach flip. You grab the file and pull me out the office, "We will be fine." You smile at me reassuringly and give me a kiss. "We are the best, that's why they call us for the tough stuff." You look at me, willing your confidence to be mine. I smile at you and place my hand on your cheek, "I know." That was enough for you to look out the glass window and smiled. "When we get back we will take a trip to a nice place, maybe Aruba." We step onto the elevator and glance the building for what felt like the last time and every time before that. Break into the Buckingham palace and get the papers about our government, I shake my head. Europe doesn't like us, not after last time. We walk up to the private jet and are hands are intertwined. The surges fill me again, I want to wrap myself in your arms and never leave. "We have a job to do" you lean to my ear and say. I look into your eyes knowing that whatever happens, I will be with you at the end of the day.