Beside you, I hear your breathing. Softly in and softly out. The steady rise and fall of your chest.
It’s a simple sound that everyone makes-but for me, it’s music-the melodious tune of your breath.
Just breathe. Breathe, and I will listen in rapture. Just to be near you. Just to be a silent observer to your beautiful slumber.
I hear you. I see you. Dark, long lashes … pouty, soft lips … brown bangs swept off to one side.
To me, even your sleep is loveliness – a performance not to be missed.
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