Sunrise

In the gray of morning I watch her in silence. The damp of the dew still clings to the ground as slivers of light spill through the clouds and pierce our window. The splintered glow on her pale face is simply amazing. Her breathing is perfect and rhythmic. She smiles in her sleep and I can only hope it is because she has come across me in some far away fairy tale world. The perfect debate rises and rages in my head. Do I allow her to sleep further or do I begin her day with fresh made breakfast.

Gray, Sleep, Damp, Breathing, Silence

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