I am watching her
from across the room, her breath regular and strong,
shoulders rising and falling in time.

I am imagining that
she is dreaming, her busy heart
telling her a story.

I am writing some notes
to myself, so I can remember
how her hair falls across her face- A silken veil.


She watches me,
pretending to be asleep.
Waiting until I am the one dreaming,
so she can read these words.

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