As You Sleep

I'll watch over you…

Her hair was splashed across the pillow again. No matter how many times she pulled her hair back before she went to sleep, it always seemed to free itself from the ribbon. But, then again, after she fell asleep, there always seemed to be a sudden gust of wind nearby. That was him. Yeah, he watched her as she slept. Not for protection proposes or anything heroic like that, he just enjoyed watching her sleep. Her small hands would curl up under her chin and her knees would be brought up to her chest, pulling her body into a tight ball. It was a little known fact, but she talked in her sleep. She talked about everything. She talked about him, about her world, her father, everything. He wouldn't even pay much attention, he just listened to her sweet voice. He liked sitting at her feet, silently observing, simply overseeing her dreams.

Once, after he left the Qu-Dong army, she had a nightmare about him. It cut at his heart, hearing her moan and call out to him in pain and fear. He went to her side and placed a gentle hand on her cold cheek, soon after soothing her. After that, he just sat and examined his hand. Why? After placing it on her cheek, he noticed the divine difference between her skin and his. His hand was dry and callused, while her cheek was soft and flawless.

Of course, that was just one of the differences between them. But, when he watched her, he never thought of them. He just focused on that moment, trying to savor it, keep it with him forever. He couldn't stop himself. This was his heaven. This was his Eden, his and hers alone. No one saw, no one knew. He could simply be with her without worrying about assassins, his father, her world, nothing mattered then. All that was there was the moment. The moment of silence, the moment of harmony.

As you lay sleeping…