Now, when she said sleep I thought of an entirely different thing whatsoever. When she told me to sleep I imagined a world of flower blossoms, and pink wafting air. The art itself folding in, creating an illusion of flowing, as it slowly creeps over and back.
The softest tender moment enshrined forever in a monument to those seconds and moments that we can never forget.
A peaceful aura washes over, as she slowly guides the covers up, tucking me in while whispering slightly about how I’m safe now…
The moment etches itself on the insides of my eyelids. From now on, when I close my eyes, i think of her.. and the way that she looks at me before I drift softly to sleep
It’s tranquility in it’s most serene form. The physical embodiment of a goddess lays next to me in bed, as I treasure every single moment—both waking and sleeping—that I am lucky enough to be able to share with the love of my life. Centuries together would not allow me to express my love to her, and the shortness that we have together on this earth makes the time that we do spend together that much more special~