I look to my side, her body peacefully rising & falling. She looks young, so young. her fingers curled into a fist like a newborn's, chubby & soft. I trace her jawline with the tip of my fingers. She stifles & I cup her face in my hands. She moves & rests her face in my hands comfortably & smiles, her eyes lazily meeting mine. Her eyes, the shade of honey, look soft & liquidy, deep. I stare at her with closed eyes for what seems like forever. I do not want to open them. She'd disappear. I know she'd disappear. She always does.
